As we passed through its pale circle of light I noticed a man who looked like an Arab lurking in the shadow just beyond it.

I thought he made a sign to Grim, but I did not see Grim return it.
Grim watched his chance, then spoke again: "That man in the shadow is a Sikh--Narayan Singh's sidekick-- keeping tabs on Scharnhoff.

I'll bet old Scharnhoff has cold feet and went to find Noureddin Ali to try and talk him out of it.

Might as well try to pretty-pussy a bob-cat away from a hen- yard! Poor old Scharnhoff's in the soup!" Quite suddenly after that we reached a fairly wide street and the arched Byzantine gateway of the Haram-es-Sheriff, through which we could see tall cypress trees against the moonlit sky and the dome of the mosque beyond them.

They do say the Taj Mahal at Agra is a lovelier sight, and more inspiring; but perhaps that is because the Taj is farther away from the folk who like to have opinions at second-hand.