“A Turk! A worthy comrade!”
“Medjid Bey is a Turkish gentleman of high rank. He stands high in the regard of the sultan.”
“I am glad to know the name of your accomplice in this dastardly piece of business.”
“Oh, you will know him far better before this affair is over. He is a splendid fellow. Only for that, at this moment you might be under arrest, and on your way back to Damascus, or to Constantinople.”
She betrayed her total disbelief in the words of Bunol.
“I give you the assurance of a gentleman that I speak the truth,” he bowed.
“The assurance of a gentleman!” she exclaimed. “A fine gentleman! A gambler, a scheming scoundrel!”
“You misjudge me greatly, Nadia. You have never understood me. From the first I took a friendly interest in your brother. I knew his weaknesses, and I tried——”
“You tried to ruin him! You got him into your power by drugging him. The drug you gave him made him the slave of drink, and you did not permit its effect to wear off. When it seemed about to wear off, you gave him more of the drug. Friendly interest! You were making him a drunkard!”
“It is useless to argue with a girl. Women do not reason. What they believe they believe, without sense or judgment.”