They'll appreciate why a deaf and dumb man should be chosen for treasonable business.
But perhaps you're scared--maybe you'd rather reconsider it?
It's not too late." I snorted.
"All right.

These conspirators meet at Djemal's coffee shop on David Street.

They talk to one another in French, because the proprietor and the other frequenters of the place only know Arabic.

You know French and Arabic enough to understand a sentence here and there, so keep your ears wide open.

I shan't show up until a Sikh named Narayan Singh tells me that a certain Noureddin Ali is in there.