"The Administration suspects him already." "Bah! Who in this room is a friend of the Administration?
The Administrator is a broken shard; the British will summon him home for inefficiency.

Besides, there is only one man in Jerusalem of whom Noureddin is in the least afraid--that Major Grim, the American.

And whoever would give the price of a cup of coffee for a lease of the life of Major Grim in the circumstances would do better to toss the money to the first beggar he meets!" "Hssh!" "Hah! All the same, I would not choose to be Noureddin's enemy." "There is another one who will share that opinion--or so I have heard.

I was told that Bedreddin Shah, a recent recruit in the police, stumbled by accident on certain evidence and demanded a huge sum for silence.

Hee-hee! How much will anybody give Bedreddin Shah for his prospect ?" "Hssh!" "What did Bedreddin Shah discover ?" "Nobody knows." "You mean nobody will tell." "The same thing." "How long could a secret be kept in Jerusalem, if you people were informed of what is going on?
You are good for propaganda, that is all! You can talk--Allah! how you all talk! But as for doing anything, or keeping a secret until a thing is done, you are no better than magpies." The last speaker was a rather fat man, over in the corner by the scullery door.