Rabbit discharged his task in three minutes. His procedure was simple.
He strolled into the market place and found a small boy in tattered jelab and very industriously kicking another small boy. Having impartially smacked the heads of both, he sent them on their errand of discovery. Then he went off to sleep. In an hour's time Rabbit presented himself before Hank in a picturesque condition of exhaustion and reported that Mr. Bill Slewer was staying at a little hotel near the Kasbah. It was not exactly an hotel, said Rabbit frankly, but a House of Experience, where strangers threw a Main with Fate.
"The difficulty with Bill will be his unexpectedness," said the Duke, "there is no place in the world more suitably situated for the springing of a surprise than Tangier."
"Where's Tuppy?" he asked.
"Tuppy has found an ideal," said Hank, "something worshipful. Did I introduce you to that pretty little girl from Drayton, Ohio?"
"You introduced me to several pretty little girls from Drayton, Ohio," said the Duke.
"I mean the one that talks."
The Duke drew a long breath.
"The description is inadequate," he said, "do you mean the one that sometimes doesn't talk?"
Hank ignored the slight to his kindred.