This truth was not
Oriental on the face of it. "Effendina, he comes to place his life in thy
hands. He would speak with thee."
"How is it thou dost bring him?"
"He sought me to plead for him with thee, and because I knew his peril, I
kept him with me and brought him hither but now."
"Nahoum went to thee?" Kaid's eyes peered abstractedly into the distance
between the almost shut lids. That Nahoum should seek David, who had
displaced him from his high office, was scarcely Oriental, when his every
cue was to have revenge on his rival. This was a natural sequence to his
downfall. It was understandable. But here was David safe and sound. Was
it, then, some deeper scheme of future vengeance? The Oriental
instinctively pierced the mind of the Oriental. He could have realised
fully the fierce, blinding passion for revenge which had almost overcome
Nahoum's calculating mind in the dark night, with his foe in the next
room, which had driven him suddenly from his bed to fall upon David, only
to find Mahommed Hassan watching--also with the instinct of the Oriental.
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