Eagerly Frank opened the paper, but in a moment a look of disappointment came over his face.
“It is written in Arabic,” he said. “I cannot read it.”
Azza bowed low.
“It will give me great pleasure to read it for you,” he said.
Frank scanned the fellow closely.
“Can you read writing?” he asked, as if somewhat doubtful.
Azza assured him that he could both read and write. Frank hesitated a moment, and then passed the note to the servant. Azza translated it as follows:
“I am in great trouble, and you can aid me. Come this evening at nine. Azza will guide you. Trust all to him.
“Igela.”
Frank frowned, and then he questioned the Arab.