The dead man was in the bosom of Allah; then why should the living be beset or troubled?
If there was foul play, why make things worse by sending another life after the life gone, even in the way of justice?
The girl David saved had told him her own name, and had given him the name of the hotel at which she was staying.

He had an early breakfast, and prepared to go to her hotel, wishing to see her once more.

There were things to be said for the first and last time and then be buried for ever.

She must leave the country at once.

In this sick, mad land, in this whirlpool of secret murder and conspiracy, no one could tell what plot was hatching, what deeds were forward; and he could not yet be sure that no one save himself and herself knew who had killed Foorgat Bey.
Her perfect safety lay in instant flight.