I offered to mix him an elixir of life that would make him out-live Methuselah if he'd give me as much as a hint of the general direction of his cache." "He ought to have fallen for that," said Yerkes, but the doctor shook his head.
"He's an Arab.

They're Shiah Muhammedans.

Their Paradise is a pleasant place from all accounts.

He advised me to drink my own elixir, and have lots and lots of years in which to find the ivory, without being beholden to him for help.

Wily old scaramouch! But I had a better card up my sleeve.