"That will be agreeable to me."
George passed over all the available cash he had, rolled up the treasure and tucked it under his arm. That somewhere in the world was a true believer, wailing and beating his breast and calling down from Allah curses upon the giaour, the dog of an infidel, who had done this thing, disturbed George not in the least.
"I say," as he opened the door, "you must tell me all about the adventure. It must have been a thriller."
"It was," replied Ryanne. "The story will keep. Later, if you care to hear it."
"Of course," added George, moved by a discretionary thought, "this transaction is just between you and me."
"You may lay odds on that," heartily. "Well, good night. See you at Cook's in the morning."
"Good night." George passed down the corridor to the adjoining room.
And now, bang! goes Pandora's box.