“Ecco!” he said. “I was right. That man is not an Arab.”
He moved the glasses and glanced at Domini.
“You are not the only traveller here, Madame.”
He looked through the glasses again.
“I knew that,” she said.
“Indeed?”
“There is one at my hotel.”
“Possibly this is he. He makes me think of a caged tiger, who has been so long in captivity that when you let him out he still imagines the bars to be all round him. What was he like?”
All the time he was speaking he was staring intently through the glasses. As Domini did not reply he removed them from his eyes and glanced at her inquiringly.
“I am trying to think what he looked like,” she said slowly. “But I feel that I don’t know. He was quite unlike any ordinary man.”