"Yes. Allah has been good to me. Yeva has a heart of gold."
"You are the Beg of Rataj?" Marishka asked.
He salaamed again.
"Will you tell me, then, what has become of Herr Hauptmann Goritz?"
The man's face wore a sudden crafty look of incomprehension.
"Goritz, Excellency?" he asked coolly. "There is no one of that name in my acquaintance."
Marishka accepted the rebuke and ventured timidly, "I mean, the—the Excellency—who brought me here——"
"Ah! Lieutenant von Arnstorf! He has gone, I think, upon a journey," said the Beg.
Marishka was silent a moment, thinking.
"That is strange. It is very necessary that I should see him."