"No, no, no! I will get the letter, for I know how.

After I have it you may keep close to me until we reach Damascus.

I will show it to you, but I won't give it to you until after I get the fifty pounds." "Very well, since you are so untrustful." "Untrustful?
I am possessed by a demon of mistrust! Why?
Because I know I am not the worst person in the world, and what I can think of, another might do.

Now, if you were I and I were you, which God forbid, because I am a happy fellow and you look bilious, and you stole the letter for me because I promised to pay you in Damascus, but wouldn't give me the letter until I paid you, do you know what I would think of doing?
I would promise a few tough fellows ten pounds among them to murder you.

Thus I would get the letter and save forty pounds." "Ah?
But I am not that kind of man," said Yussuf Dakmar.
"Well, you will learn what kind of man you are in the next world when you reach the Judgment Seat.