Your boasted tolerance has led to the death of an honest though humble man in a time of perfect peace--or at least maimed him for life.

As to your honesty, it would seem..." "Who dares impugn it ?" cried Orion.
"I, young man," replied the merchant with the calm dignity of age.
"I, who sold this piece of work last evening, and find it this morning robbed of its most precious ornament." "The great emerald has been cut from the hanging during the night." Dame Neforis explained.

"You yourself went with the man who carried it to the tablinum and saw it laid there." "And in the very cloth in which your people had wrapped it," added Orion.

"Our good old Sebek there was with me.

Who fetched away the bale this morning; who brought it here and opened it ?" "Happily for us," said the Arab, "it was your lady mother herself, with that man--your steward if I mistake not--and your own slaves." "Why was it not left where it was ?" asked Orion, giving vent to the annoyance which at this moment he really felt.
"Because I had assured your father, and with good reason, that the beauty of this splendid work and of the gems that decorate it show to much greater advantage by daylight and in the sunshine than under the lamps and torches." "And besides, your father wished to see his new purchase once more," Neforis broke in, "and to ask the merchant how the gems might be removed without injury to the work itself.