“Tell me!”
“De vizier,” whispered the Jew, with pallid lips.
“Well, and what then?”
“De Khan ant hiss people vill rush out of de palace to fight; but dey vill not be ready to fight, an’ Kasam vill cut dem down.”
“I see. And then?”
“Vhile de city iss in de uproar I leat you by a secret vay into de harem of de Khan. You vill take de girl ant carry her avay.”
“Very good. Are you sure you know this secret way, David?”
“Sure, most Excellency. I pait a high price to find it oudt. A t’ousant fillibees! Id iss too liddle, altogedder.”
The Colonel took a key from his pocket, unlocked the cabinet, and drew out David’s leathern pouch. Into this he stuffed the money—notes and gold together—and then replaced the pouch in the cabinet, locking it securely.
“You will be a rich man, David, when we return from the palace,” said he.