"You let me see, please?" Hassan asked.
"Sure, Hassan."
The dragoman took the letter and examined it. He chuckled. "Samehni, ya sidi. That mean excuse, sir. Small mistake. You reading backward. Number is 2205."
"But how can that be?" Rick asked. "Arabic goes backward from English."
"Maybe so with words," Hassan said. "But numbers not so. This number is 2205. You want to go?"
Rick sighed. "I learn something new every day. Okay, Hassan. You're the dragoman."
The little car swung around and sped back the way they had come, into a better part of the city. In a short time Hassan slowed and began searching. At last he pulled to the curb, in front of a large house of Victorian design. "Here is 2205," he announced.
The boys got out and saw immediately that the house was in darkness. Not a light shone anywhere.
"No one home," Rick said, disappointed.
Scotty surveyed the dark structure. "Funny. A house this size must have servants. There should be a light somewhere. Maybe around back?"