It would much have astonished him if Nahoum had not shown a gaping darkness somewhere in his tale, and he felt for the key to the mystery.
"And he who lies dead, excellency ?" "My brother." "Foorgat Bey!" "Even he, Mizraim.

He lured the girl here--a mad man ever.

The other madman was in the next room.

He struck--come, and thou shalt see." Together they felt their way through the passages and rooms, and presently entered the room where Foorgat Bey was lying.

Nahoum struck a light, and, as he held the candle, Mizraim knelt and examined the body closely.