"Well?"
"I am now in a position to provide them."
"State the case precisely," said the Consul-General.
"Your Excellency will be interested to hear that a person of some consequence has arrived in Cairo."
Trained to self-control, the Consul-General conquered an impulse to say, "I know," and merely said, "Who is he?"
"He calls himself Sheikh Omar Benani, and is understood to be the wise and wealthy head of the great tribe of the Ababdah Bedouins who inhabit the country that lies east of Assouan to the Red Sea."
"Well?"
"The man who calls himself Omar Benani is—Ishmael Ameer."
At that the base eyes glanced up with a look of triumph, but the Consul-General's face remained immovable.
"Well?"