“Disgraceful!” added the governor, vehemently starting up.  He had fallen a prey to fearful unrest and horror:  he thought that his Lord and Saviour, to whom he had dedicated the precious jewel, regarded him as so sinful and worthless that He would not accept the gift at his hands.  But perhaps it was only Satan striving to hinder him from approaching the Most High with so noble an offering.  At any rate, human cunning had been at work, so he said with stern resolution: 

“The matter shall be enquired into, and in the name of Jesus Christ, to whom the stone already belongs, I will never rest nor cease till the criminal is in my hands.”

“And in the name of Allah and the Prophet,” added the Arab, “I will aid thee, if I have to appeal for help to the great chief Amru, the Khaliff’s representative in this country.—­A word was spoken here just now that I cannot and will not forget.  And the tone you have chosen to adopt, young man, seems to spring from the same fount:  the old fox, you think, put a false gem of impossible size into the hanging, and has had it stolen that his fraud may not be detected when a jeweller examines the work by daylight.  This is too much!  I am an honest man, Sirs, and I am fain to add a rich one; and the man who tries to cast a stain on the character I have borne through a long life shall learn, to his ruing, that old Haschim has greater and more powerful friends to back him than you may care to meet!”

As he uttered this threat the merchant’s eyes glistened through tears; it grieved him to be unjustly suspected and to be forced to express himself so hardly to the Mukaukas for whom he felt both reverence and pity.  It was clear from the tone of his speech that he was in fact a determined and a powerful personage, and Orion interrupted him with the eager enquiry:  “Who has dared to think so basely of you?”

“Your own mother, I regret to say,” replied the Moslem sadly, with an oriental shrug of distress and annoyance—­his shoulders up to his ears.

“Forget it, I beg of you,” said the governor.  “God knows women have softer hearts than men, and yet they more readily incline to think evil of their fellow-creatures, and particularly of the enemies of their faith.  On the other hand they are more sensitive to kindness.  A woman’s hair is long and her wits short, says the saw.”

“You have plenty to say against us women!” retorted Neforis.  “But scold away—­scold if it is a comfort to you!” But she added, while she affectionately turned her husband’s pillows and gave him another of his white pillules:  “I will submit to the worst to-day for I am in the wrong.  I have already asked your pardon, worthy Haschim, and I do so again, with all my heart.”

As she spoke, she went up to the Arab and held out her hand; he took it, but lightly, however, and quickly released it, saying: 

“I do not find it hard to forgive.  But I find it impossible, here or anywhere, to let so much as a grain of dust rest on my bright good name.  I shall follow up this affair, turning neither to the right hand nor to the left.—­And now, one question:  Is the dog that guarded the tablinum a watchful, savage beast?”