Word is on the way to the hotel to forward all his mail to Jaffa until further notice." He laughed at me again.

"I hope you're not expecting important letters!" Suliman had evidently been well schooled in advance, for at a nod from Grim he came over and took my hand, as if I were blind in addition to the other supposed infirmities.

He led me out by a back-door, across a yard into an alley, which we followed as far as a main road and then turned toward the Jaffa Gate.

Looking back once I saw Grim in his Shereefian uniform striding along behind us; but where the road forked he took the other turning.
There is contentment in walking disguised through crowded streets, even when you are in tow of eight-year-old iniquity that regards you as a lump of baggage to be pushed this and that way.
Suliman plainly considered me a rank outsider, only admitted into the game on sufferance.

Having said I was "magnoon" he lived up to the assertion, and warned people to make way for me if they did not want to be bitten and go mad, too; so as a general rule I received a pretty wide berth.