I sat up and looked more closely at him. It was the Ichwan of
the afternoon--Sheikh Suliman ben Saoud. And he was speaking
unmistakable American. I began again to believe I was dreaming.
He chuckled quietly and lit a cigarette.

"Aren't you wise to me yet?"

"Grim?"

"Who else?"

"But what's happened to your face? You're all one-sided."

"Oh, that's easy. I just take out my false teeth. The rest is
done with a razor and some brown stain. I thought you were going
to spot me when you first came. Did you? I didn't think so.
Did you act as well as all that?"

"No. Looked all over town for you afterward."

"Uh-huh. I thought that was too natural to be acting. Pick up
any news in town?"

"Saw a hanging, and met a man who calls himself Mahommed ben
Hamza. He's waiting at the house of Abu Shamah."

"Any men with him?"

"Nine."