He felt better then, and called for ink and paper.
For hours he thought and wrote alternately, tearing up letter after letter.

Then, at last, he read over a composition that satisfied him and set his seal at the foot.

He placed the whole in a silver tube, poured wax into the joint, and called for the fat man who had been responsible for Ali Partab's capture.
"Dog!" he snarled.

"Interfering fool! All this was thy doing! Didst thou see the guard beaten awhile ago ?" "I did.

It was a lordly beating.