As night drew on Cassim’s wife grew very uneasy, and ran to her brother-in-law, and told him where her husband had gone.  Ali Baba did his best to comfort her, and set out to the forest in search of Cassim.  The first thing he saw on entering the cave was his dead brother.  Full of horror, he put the body on one of his asses, and bags of gold on the other two, and, covering all with some fagots, returned home.  He drove the two asses laden with gold into his own yard, and led the other to Cassim’s house.  The door was opened by the slave Morgiana, whom he knew to be both brave and cunning.  Unloading the ass, he said to her:  “This is the body of your master, who has been murdered, but whom we must bury as though he had died in his bed.  I will speak with you again, but now tell your mistress I am come.”  The wife of Cassim, on learning the fate of her husband, broke out into cries and tears, but Ali Baba offered to take her to live with him and his wife if she would promise to keep his counsel and leave everything to Morgiana; whereupon she agreed, and dried her eyes.

Morgiana, meanwhile, sought an apothecary and asked him for some lozenges.  “My poor master,” she said, “can neither eat nor speak, and no one knows what his distemper is.”  She carried home the lozenges and returned next day weeping, and asked for an essence only given to those just about to die.  Thus, in the evening, no one was surprised to hear the wretched shrieks and cries of Cassim’s wife and Morgiana, telling everyone that Cassim was dead.  The day after Morgiana went to an old cobbler near the gates of the town who opened his stall early, put a piece of gold in his hand, and bade him follow her with his needle and thread.  Having bound his eyes with a handkerchief, she took him to the room where the body lay, pulled off the bandage, and bade him sew the quarters together, after which she covered his eyes again and led him home.  Then they buried Cassim, and Morgiana his slave followed him to the grave, weeping and tearing her hair, while Cassim’s wife stayed at home uttering lamentable cries.  Next day she went to live with Ali Baba, who gave Cassim’s shop to his eldest son.

The Forty Thieves, on their return to the cave, were much astonished to find Cassim’s body gone and some of their money-bags.  “We are certainly discovered,” said the Captain, “and shall be undone if we cannot find out who it is that knows our secret.  Two men must have known it; we have killed one, we must now find the other.  To this end one of you who is bold and artful must go into the city dressed as a traveler, and discover whom we have killed, and whether men talk of the strange manner of his death.  If the messenger fails he must lose his life, lest we be betrayed.”  One of the thieves started up and offered to do this, and after the rest had highly commended him for his bravery he disguised himself, and happened to enter the town at daybreak, just by Baba Mustapha’s stall.