"Were you with Kaffar last night after he had so abominably insulted you and left the house ?" "I do not know." "Do you know where he is now ?" "No." "No idea whatever ?" "Not the slightest." "Justin, my friend, this looks very strange.

Everything is terribly black, terribly suspicious." I tried to tell him all I knew; tried to tell him of my mad passion, and the scenes through which I seemed to go; but I could not.

My mind refused to think, my tongue refused to speak, when that was the subject.
"I suppose Voltaire has told every one the circumstances of last night ?" I said at length.
"No." "No one ?" "No one that will divulge anything.

Every one else thinks that Kaffar has gone back to Egypt, as he said, and especially so as Voltaire has been making arrangements for his luggage to be sent to Cairo." "This is astounding.

I do not comprehend in the least; but, tell me, who is this some one to whom you or he has related last night's affair, and why was it done ?" "I do not know whether I ought to tell or no, but you are an old friend, and I cannot refuse.