In a velvet-lined jewel case was a star of green enamel and
silver gilt. To it was attached a ribbon of red and green.

"That's the Star of the Crescent," said Peter. "Where did you
buy it?"

"Buy it!" exclaimed Stetson. "You don't buy them. The Sultan
bestows them."

"I'll bet the Sultan didn't bestow that one," said Peter.

"I'll bet," returned Stetson, "I've got something in my
pocket that says he did."

He unfolded an imposing document covered with slanting lines
of curving Arabic letters in gold. Peter was impressed but
still skeptical.

"What does that say when it says it in English?" he asked.

"It says," translated Stetson, "that his Imperial Majesty,
the Sultan, bestows upon Henry Stetson, educator, author,
lecturer, the Star of the Order of the Crescent, of the fifth
class, for services rendered to Turkey."

Peter interrupted him indignantly.

"Never try to fool the fakirs, my son," he protested. "I'm a
fakir myself. What services did you ever . . . ."