It grinned as if it knew all about evil, and were hungry, and living men were its food.
I don't know how long I stared at the thing, but it seemed like a week.

At last it spoke, and I burst into a sweat with the reaction.
"Good job you don't know how to fasten a door with a chair.

I'll have to show you that trick, or you'll be dying before your time.
Sh-h-h! Don't make a noise!" I sat up and looked more closely at him.

It was the Ichwan of the afternoon--Sheikh Suliman ben Saoud.

And he was speaking unmistakable American.