"His name?"
"Ben Taleb."
The Arab shrugs his shoulders, a French trick that follows their conquests, and is so very suggestive.
"The Moorish doctor; he lives in the heart of the old town."
"But many Europeans visit him, he has a reputation abroad."
"They never dare go at night."
"I am willing to take the risk."
Mustapha Cadi looks at the young man admiringly—curiously, for he cannot imagine what would cause such haste. He sees a specimen of healthy manhood, so that it can hardly be for medical advice he takes such chances to see the old Moor.
"Monsieur, I consent."
"It is well."