"Where is it?" exclaimed the slave, again and again, "where is it? speak quick!"
The poor tailor was completely puzzled what to say, and kept floundering from one answer to another until he was quite entangled as in a net.
"Have you burnt it?"
"No."
"Have you thrown it away?"
"No."
"Then in the name of the Prophet what have you done with it? Have you ate it."
"No."
"Is it lying in your house?"
"No."