We returned to our places almost unnoticed, and within the minute some one handed a full bottle to Anazeh; the accompanying cup was big enough to hold any ordinary drunkard's breakfast, and the old sheikh's eyes admired the size of it.
I laid my hand on the wrist that held the bottle.

He shook it off angrily, and began to pour.

Grim, over the way, looked anxious.

It was up to me to play this hand, so I led my ace of trumps.
Suddenly, and very clumsily, I rocked sideways to reach my hip- pocket, contriving to jog his elbow and spill what was already in the cup.

He turned his head to curse savagely, and I showed him the folded sheet from my notebook.