And it is buried here in a very sacred place, so probably, it is one of the Jewish kings, or else one of the prophets.

It might be King David--who knows?
And what do I care?
It is what a man sets down on parchment, and not his bones that interest me!" The sheikh arrived at last, following Goodenough down the dark passage with the supreme nonchalance of the priest too long familiar with sacred places to be thrilled or frightened by them.
He stood in the entrance gazing about him, blinking speculatively through the folds of fat surrounding his bright eyes.

Goodenough took the lantern and held it close to the prisoners' faces one by one.
"You see ?" he said.

"All Syrians.

All Moslems.