Shumse ad Deen Mabummud, when he heard hump-back speak thus, thought he was raving, bade him move, and stand upon his legs.  “I will take care how I stir,” said hump-back, “unless the sun be risen.  Know, sir, that when I came last night to your palace, suddenly a black cat appeared to me, and in an instant grew as big as a buffalo.  I have not forgotten what he enjoined me, therefore you may depart, and leave me here.”  The vizier. instead of going away, took him by the heels, and made him stand up, when hump-back ran off, without looking behind him; and coming to the palace presented himself to the sultan, who laughed heartily when informed how the genie had served him.

Shumse ad Deen returned to his daughter’s chamber, more astonished than before.  “My abused daughter,” said he, “can you give me no farther light in this miraculous affair?” “Sir,” replied she, “I can give you no other account than I have done already.  Here are my husband’s clothes, which he put off last night; perhaps you may find something among them that may solve your doubt.”  She then shewed him Buddir ad Deen’s turban, which he examined narrowly on all sides, saying, “I should take this to be a vizier’s turban, if it were not made after the Bussorah fashion.”  But perceiving something to be sewed between the stuff and the lining, he called for scissors, and having unripped it, found the paper which Noor ad Deen Ali had given to his son upon his deathbed, and which Buddir ad Deen Houssun had sewn in his turban for security.

Shumse ad Deen having opened the paper, knew his brother’s hand, and found this superscription, “For my son Buddir ad Deen Houssun.”  Before he could make any reflections upon it, his daughter delivered him the bag, that lay under the garments, which he likewise opened, and found it full of sequins:  for, notwithstanding all the liberality of Buddir ad Deen, it was still kept full by the genie and perie.  He read the following words upon a note in the bag:  “A thousand sequins belonging to Isaac the Jew.”  And these lines underneath, which the Jew had written, “Delivered to my lord Buddir ad Deen Houssun, for the cargo of the first of those ships that formerly belonged to the noble vizier, his father, of blessed memory, sold to me upon its arrival in this place.”  He had scarcely read these words, when he groaned heavily, and fainted away.

The vizier Shumse ad Deen being recovered from his fit by the aid of his daughter, and the women she called to her assistance; “Daughter,” said he, “do not alarm yourself at this accident, occasioned by what is scarcely credible.  Your bridegroom is your cousin, the son of my beloved and deceased brother.  The thousand sequins in the bag reminds me of a quarrel I had with him, and is without the dowry he gives you.  God be praised for all things, and particularly for this miraculous adventure, which demonstrates his almighty power.”  Then looking again upon his brother’s writing, he kissed it several times, shedding abundance of tears.