“Who is that?”
“Miguel Bunol.”
“You will pardon me, but I fear I have not the pleasure of the gentleman’s acquaintance.”
“You are a Turk?”
“Yes.”
“You own this yacht?”
“Yes.”
“You are the man so often seen watching our party in Cairo.”
“I think you must be mistaken. I do not seem to remember you. However, if you will step forward a little, I’ll have the searchlight turned on you. I may be able to recognize you then.”
“Trick, pard!” hissed the Texan. “At close range they may begin the shooting if they get us into the light.”