"When you come you will hear. And don't let anything keep you away--
not _anything_, mind--if you take my hint".

She left him with her head hung, praying for deliverance, but
consenting.

The next (Wednesday) morning Frankl was in a high room of the Hall,
in a corner of which cowered the Arab, Isaac, and he said in his
strong bass in Arabic: "Well, Isaac, well".

A groan broke from the obese heap of grief; down each side of his
kefie streamed waves of trembling; on his square-cut beard of ritual
flecks of foam.

"Isaac, why did you kill Mephibosheth?"

Vigorously sputtered Isaac, spitting out the ill-omened words. He
said: "Your servant did not kill Mephibosheth".

"Well, there was an inquest to-day, the Court decided that you did,
and has sentenced you to be hanged by the neck like a dog".

The Arab sprang up, his thick bluish under-lip shivering.

"An eye for an eye", said Frankl solemnly: "it is written in the
Torah".

"_Mercy_ My father served your father--"

"I have remembered that: that is why I have saved you from hanging