"What do you want?" she asked breathlessly.
"A disguise, a weapon, and some money—not much."
"Money! The Effendi has gone upon a journey."
"A few kroner only—enough to get me out of town."
"And you will keep silent?"
"As the grave. Don't you understand? I wish to go away from here—quickly, and then you will not see me again."
"How can I believe you?" she said suspiciously.
"Bah! Don't be stupid! If I had desired to betray you, I should have told the truth long ago."
Zubeydeh hesitated.
"You will go away?"