“You mean the charming creature whose eloquence is the sweetest music mine ears have ever heard?”
“When did you hear? What do you know?” asked Max, abruptly.
“Don’t get mad. I am Ibrahim of Khorassan.”
“I don’t care who you are.”
“But my uncle is the great chief, Sherif el Habib——”
“I don’t care for that, either; I don’t care whether he is a sheriff, a policeman, or a soldier.”
Ibrahim laughed.
He understood Max, and the idea of confusing the Persian Sherif with the English sheriff amused him.
“You don’t understand—that is my uncle’s name.”
“Fetch him here and let me see him.”