From what I can make o' their conjecturin', they think 'e ain't no sheikh at all, but a bloomin' British officer in disguise! "Soon as morning comes I jump a passing commissariat lorry.

As soon as I gets to Jerusalem I reports that sheikh for arson, theft, felo de se, busting a gov'ment car, usin' 'is fists when by right 'e should ha' knifed me, an' every other crime I could think of.

An' all I gets is laughed at! What d'you make of it?
Think 'e was a Harab ?" I wondered whether he was Jimgrim, but did not say so.

Grim had not appeared to me like a man who would use his fists at all readily; but he was such an unusual individual that it was useless trying to outline what he might or might not do.

It was also quite likely that the chauffeur had omitted mention of, say, nine-tenths of the provocation he gave his passenger.