"You'll hang at the same time they do, if you can't tell a straight story." "Ach! I do not care! There were no manuscripts--nothing! I don't know whose skeleton that is--some old king David, perhaps; for that is not David's real tomb that the guides show.

Hang those murderers and I am satisfied!" "Your story may help hang them.

Come on, out with it!" "Have you caught Noureddin Ali ?" "Never mind!" "But I do mind! And you should mind!" Scharnhoff sat up excitedly.

He was dressed in the Arab garments I had seen in his cupboard that day when Grim and I called on him, with a scholar's turban that made him look very distinguished in spite of his disarray.
"That Noureddin Ali is a devil! Together we would look for the Tomb of the Kings.

Together we would smuggle out the manuscripts -- translate them together--publish the result together.