The sheik gave her a swift, keen look.
“Hafsa Pasha?” he said, a strange intonation in his voice. “How know you that man?”
“I met him on the steamer from Smyrna to Beirut.”
“What happened?”
Nadia was confused.
“Why, he—he——”
“He made love to her,” Dick explained. “He asked her to marry him.”
“You knew him to be a Moslem?”
“I knew nothing at the time save what he told me of himself,” answered the girl. “The captain of the vessel told me that he had been banished to Damascus by the sultan on account of some political intrigue, and that he had a harem.”
Ras al Had bowed.