“I tell a parable.” The Inspector lit a cigarette. “Declare which of you took to walk the children of Milkmaid?”
“Melik-meid First or Second?” said Farag quickly.
“The second—the one which was lamed by the thorn.”
“No—no. Melik-meid the Second strained her shoulder leaping my water-channel,” a sheikh cried. “Melik-meid the First was lamed by the thorns on the day when Our Excellency fell thrice.”
“True—true. The second Melik-meid's mate was Malvolio, the pied hound,” said the Inspector.
“I had two of the second Melik-meid's pups,” said Farag's uncle. “They died of the madness in their ninth month.”
“And how did they do before they died?” said the Inspector.
“They ran about in the sun, and slavered at the mouth till they died.”
“Wherefore?”
“God knows. He sent the madness. It was no fault of mine.”