David clinched his hands and an angry look flashed in his beady eyes.
“Id iss nod right!” he protested. “You Americans do nod play de fair way, at all. You ged my secret ant you keep my moneys.”
“Only until we have proven you,” replied the Colonel. “If you are true, David, you will be rich. When are the gates to be opened?”
“Ad midnight.”
“All the gates?”
“Only de vest gade. De vizier, he vill trust no von bud himselfs.”
“Then how did you know of the plot?”
The Jew was silent.
“It will pay you to be honest, David.”
“De vizier musdt sent a man to de prince,” he said, reluctantly; “ant de man he owes me two golt fillibees. He tells me hiss message to de prince, ant I cancels de debt. Sullah ben cairno! id iss vell I did, for I safe mineself moneys. Ven de man comes back he hass a fit unt dies. De vizier he iss a cleffer excellency—bud nod so cleffer ass Davit.” He stopped to chuckle softly and rub his hands together; but suddenly he paused and cast a gloomy look at the cabinet.