“Who is he, then?” he asked quietly. “I owe him a debt I can never hope to repay, so I should at least like to know his real name.”
“I almost fear to speak it, Effendi.” Mohammed’s voice sank to a whisper, and he raised the turquoise hanging by the thin chain about Eileen’s throat, and reverently touched it with his lips. “He is the welee—Ben Azreem, Sheikh of the Ibn-Rawallah!”
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Transcriber’s Note
The following corrections have been made, on page
48 ....” added (But, Addison....”)
74 “he” changed to “her” (looked up into her husband’s quivering face!)
97 ’ changed to ” (and rest, East,” I said)
126 . added (lighted his pipe and nodded.)
142 “then” changed to “than” (blushed more furiously than ever when I told her)
144 . added (I asked wearily.)
172 “ added (“Nobody else can)
190 “posesssion” changed to “possession” (how it came into my possession, that may)
208 , removed (and avoiding a particularly persistent)
236 “Mahommed” changed to “Mohammed” (when Mohammed ran in to where Graham was).
Otherwise the original has been preserved, including inconsistent hyphenation.