A score of soldiers waited in the gateway as I could see by the light of the great lantern hanging from the arch.
'Praise be to Allah, I have found it!' cried Rashid.
'Praise be to Allah, we have been enabled to do a little service for your Highness,' cried the sergeant.

Therewith he pounced upon my hand and kissed it.

I made them both sit down and called for coffee.
Between the two of them, I heard the story.

The sergeant praised Rashid's intelligence in going out and crying in a public place until the city and its whole police force had a share in his distress.
Rashid, on his side, said that all that would have been in vain but for the sergeant's knowledge of the cabman's house.

The sergeant, with a chuckle, owned that that same knowledge would have been of no effect had not Rashid once more displayed his keen intelligence.