Mustapha Ben Nasir.
I went to the Governorate and phoned for the car to come and pick me up outside the Jaffa Gate.

The Arab followed me, and he and I were both searched at the gate for weapons, by a Sikh who knew nothing and cared less about Near East politics.

His orders were to search thoroughly.

He did it.

The man whose turn was next ahead of mine was a Russian priest, whose long black cloak did not save him from painstaking suspicion.