"If we should draw that cover and start a shindy, we're more likely to get shot by the guard than thanked." So Narayan Singh started off for the guard-house, he being the one most capable of explaining matters to the Sikh officer, and Jeremy and I crept back through the shadows to within earshot of the dark magnolia tree, choosing a point from which we could see if anybody bolted.
You know how some uncatalogued sense informs you in the dark of the movement of the man beside you?
I looked suddenly sideways toward Jeremy, knowing, although I couldn't see him, that his eyes were seeking mine.

It is only the animals who omit in the darkness those instinctive daylight movements; men don't have sufficient control of themselves.
We had both heard Grim's voice at the same instant, speaking Arabic but unmistakable.
There were three men there.

Grim was talking to the other two.
"Keep your hands on each other's shoulders! Don't move! I'm going to search all your pockets again.

Now, Mr.Charkian.

Ah! That feels like quite a pretty little weapon; mother o' pearl on the butt?
Have you a permit?
Never mind; not having the weapon you won't need a permit, will you?
And papers--Mashallah! What a lot of documents; they must be highly important ones since you hide them under your shirt.