It began to be interesting to watch his opening gambit.
"I have heard tales," he went on, "of a new ruler for this country.
What do you think of Feisul's chance ?" As he said that he eyed me sideways swiftly and keenly.

Grim sat back in his own corner and folded up his legs, watching the game contentedly.
Jeremy, intercepting Yussuf Dakmar's glance, put his own construction on it.

He is a long, lean man, but like the Fat Boy in Pickwick Papers he likes to make your flesh creep, and humor, to have full zest for him, has to be mischievous.
So he commenced by pulling out his weapons one by one.

The first was a razor, which he sharpened, tested with his thumb suggestively, and then placed in his sock, studying Yussuf Dakmar's throat for a minute or so after that, as if expecting to have to use the razor on it presently.
As the effect of that wore off he pulled out a pistol.

It was one of the kind that won't go off unless you pull the Hammer back, but Yussuf Dakmar didn't know that, and if he had flesh and blood capable of creeping it's a safe assertion that they crept.