No close-ups in that, still he would show pretty well in the cage-scene--he'd had to smoke a few cigarettes there, because Arabs smoke all the time, and he hadn't been in the later scene where the girl and the young fellow were in the deserted tomb all night and he didn't lay a finger on her because he was a perfect gentleman.
He didn't know what he would do next.

Maybe Henshaw would want him in Robinson Crusoe, Junior, where Friday's sister turned out to be the daughter of an English earl with her monogram tattooed on her left shoulder.

He would ask Henshaw, anyway.
The Montague girl listened attentively to the long, wandering recital.
At times she would seem to be strongly moved, to tears or something.
But mostly she listened with a sympathetic smile, or perhaps with a perfectly rigid face, though at such moments there would be those curious glints of light far back in her gray eyes.

Occasionally she would prompt him with a question.
In this way she brought out his version of the Sabbath afternoon experience with Dexter.

He spared none of the details, for he was all frankness now.