“Never take them cheap. High price, the highest,—fifty shillings a day each, and there ought to be ten of them.”
Mohammed clapped his hands with delight as the Judge continued,
“They will pay fifty, yes sixty shillings a day if they agree to. They are very rich and would like to own half the money in America.”
“Bismillah! and that be so?”
“Yes, and you must do the thing in style; silver plated camel for the old man, and dromedary with six legs for his daughter the princess.”
“I give them everything, everything. I take them cheap and very well. They pay me one hundred shillings a day and shall have what they just want. When they come?”
“I don’t know,” said the Judge doubtfully. “But you had better go to the landing at Boulak and wait for them.”
“No, I waits here in the hotel for them. They come here.”
“Doubtful,” said the Judge, “very doubtful. I don’t know what hotel they will come to and don’t think they will come to this. You had better go to the landing and wait for them, and then you will be there all the time you stay in Boulak.” "I understand, I go to Boulak and find ze rich American. And what shall I ask his name?”
“The Grand Duke of Chicago; about fifty years old, lost his left ear in a duel, and wears three pairs of eye-glasses. Was decorated by the Prince of Hoboken five years ago, and always wears his decoration. You will know him by that—as large as a soup-plate and twice as greasy. When you see him, step up and say “Sing-Sing,” and he will understand you know all about him. Sing Sing is one of his palaces.”