Has money--outfit like a prince's--everything imaginable--Rifles--microscopes--cigars--wine.

He didn't make himself agreeable here--except to the Arabs.

Didn't call at the Residency.
Some of us asked him to dinner one evening, but he pleaded a headache.
We were glad, because afterward we saw him eat at the hotel--has ways of using his fingers at table, picked up I suppose from the people he has lived among." "Are you nearly ready to let us out of here ?" asked Monty.
"Your quarantine's up," said the doctor.

"I'm only waiting for word from the office." We drank three rounds of cocktails with him, after which he grew darkly friendly and proposed we should all set out together in search of the hoard.
"I've no money," he assured us.

"Nothing but a knowledge of the natives and a priceless thirst.