What courteous servants you employ!" "What was your secretary trying to do to him ?" I retorted, but he saw fit not to answer that.

He poured some more brandy instead for Ali Shah al Khassib.
So that was what Anazeh had been laughing at! The old humourist had either seen the fracas, or had come on the injured old-rose messenger of death nursing a damaged face.

I began to share Grim's good opinion of ben Hamza.

But though I watched Grim's face, and knew that he knew German, I could not detect a trace of interest.

He kept on talking against Abdul Ali until after ten o'clock.