She says she does not know how to sell fruit, and is afraid of the police." Grim and Goodenough exchanged glances.
"She says that if the police come everybody will be killed, and that I am to keep watch in the street in the morning and give warning of the police." "That should teach you, young man, never to take a woman into your confidence--eh, Mrs.Davey ?" said Goodenough.
"We're certainly the slow-witted sex," she answered, piling the finished bags one on top of the other on the table.
Grim took me after that to the hotel roof, whence you can see the whole of Jerusalem.

It was just before moonrise.

The ancient city lay in shadow, with the Dome of the Rock looming above it, mysterious and silent.

Down below us in the street, where a gasoline light threw a greenish-white glare, three Arabs in native costume were squatting with their backs against the low wall facing the hotel.
"Noureddin Ali's men," said Grim, chuckling.

"They'll help us to prove our alibi.