Yussuf Dakmar held up his pants with one hand, and tried to free himself from Jeremy with the other.

If he had let go his pants he might have seized the envelope and discovered what a fake it was; but he wouldn't do that.

It was I who pounced on it and stowed it away carefully in my inner pocket.
Yussuf Dakmar's emotions were poignant and mixed, but he was no quitter.
He thought he knew definitely where the letter was now, and the wolf glance with which he favoured me changed swiftly to a smile of ingratiating politeness.
"I am glad you have recovered what you lost," he said, smiling, as he fastened up his pants and resumed his coat.

"This friend of yours--or is he your servant ?--made me nervous with his threats, or I should certainly have found it for you sooner." And now Grim resumed a hand.

The last thing he wished was that Yussuf Dakmar should consider his quest too difficult, for then he would probably summon assistance at Haifa.