Then said she:—­I have heard, O auspicious King, that Ali Baba presently asked Morgiana what had befallen the oil-merchant his guest whom he had placed under her charge; and she answered, “Allah Almighty vouchsafe to thee six score years and ten of safety!  I will tell thee in privacy of this merchant.”  So Ali Baba went apart with his slave-girl, who taking him with out the house first locked the court-door; then showing him a jar she said, “Prithee look into this and see if within there be oil or aught else.”  Thereupon peering inside it he perceived a man at which sight he cried aloud and fain would have fled in his fright.  Quoth Morgiana, “Pear him not, this man hath no longer the force to work thee harm, he lieth dead and stone dead.”  Hearing such words of comfort and reassurance Ali Baba asked “O Morgiana, what evils have we escaped and by what means hath this wretch become the quarry of Fate?” She answered “Alhamdolillah Praise be to Almighty Allah!  I will inform thee fully of the case; but hush thee, speak not aloud, lest haply the neighbours learn the secret and it end in our confusion.  Look now into all the jars, one by one from first to last.”  So Ali Baba examined them severally and found in each a man fully armed and accoutred and all lay scalded to death.  Hereat speechless for sheer amazement he stared at the jars, but presently re covering himself he asked, “And where is he, the oil-merchant?” Answered she, “Of him also I will inform thee.  The villain was no trader but a traitorous assassin whose honied words would have ensnared thee to thy doom; and now I will tell thee what he was and what hath happened; but, meanwhile thou art fresh from the Hammam and thou shouldst first drink somewhat of this broth for thy stomach’s and thy health’s sake.”  So Ali Baba went within and Morgiana served up the mess; after which quoth her master, “I fain would hear this wondrous story:  prithee tell it to me and set my heart at ease.”  Hereat the handmaid fell to relating whatso had betided in these words, “O my master, when thou badest me boil the broth and retiredst to rest, thy slave in obedience to thy command took out a suit of clean white clothes and gave it to the boy Abdullah; then kindled the fire and set on the broth.  As soon as it was ready I had need to light a lamp so that I might see to skim it, but all the oil was spent, and, learning this I told my want to the slave-boy Abdullah, who advised me to draw somewhat from the jars which stood under the shed.  Accordingly, I took a can and went to the first vessel when suddenly I heard a voice within whisper with all caution, ’Is it now time for us to sally forth?’ I was amazed thereat and judged that the pretended merchant had laid some plot to slay thee; so I replied, ‘The time is not yet come.’  Then I went to the second jar and heard another voice to which I made the like answer, and so on with all of them.  I now was certified that these men awaited only some signal from their Chief whom thou didst take to guest