As yet he had said no word concerning the tremendous execution done the air police forces.
His offer of the cigarettes was as calm, as courteous as if they two had met under circumstances of the most casual amity.

The Master waved the cigarettes away.
"Thank you, no," said he.

"I never smoke.

But you will perhaps pardon me if I nibble two or three of these khat leaves.

You yourself, from your experience in Oriental countries, know the value of khat." "I do, indeed," said the other, his eyes lighting up.
"And may I offer you a few leaves ?" "_Merci_! I thank you, but tobacco still satisfies." The Frenchman lighted his cigarette, blew thin smoke, and cast intelligent, keen eyes about the cabin.