Jew who planned it! May the curse of Allah change their faces and the
fire of Eblis consume them!"

"Did you see the man who stabbed you?"

"Yes."

And was he a Jew?"

"Jimgrim, you know better than to ask that! A Jew always hires another
to do the killing. He who struck me was a hireling, who shall die by my
hand, as Allah is my witness. But may Allah do more to me and bring me
down into the dust unburied unless I make ten Jews pay for this!"

"Any one Jew in particular?" Grim asked, and the man in bed closed up
like a clam that has been touched.

He was a strange-looking fellow--rather like one of those lean Spaniards
whom Goya used to paint, with a scant beard turning grey, and hollow
cheeks. He had thrown off the grey army blanket because fever burned
him, and his lean, hard muscles stood out as if cast in bronze.

"But for the Jews, Feisul would be king of all this land this minute!"
he said suddenly, and closed up tight again.

Grim smiled. He nearly always does smile when apparently at a loose
end. At moments when most cross-examiners would browbeat he grows
sympathetic--humours his man, and, by following whatever detour offers,
gets back on the trail again.