He'll forgive anyone who brings him whisky." "Tee-hee! That is quite an idea.

Yes.

Now--how can I get whisky on the train?
If only I could get some! I have a little soporific in a paper packet that could be mixed with the whisky to make him sleep soundly.

Wait here while I walk down the train and see what I can find." Yussuf Dakmar was gone twenty minutes, and whether he begged, bought or stole did not transpire, but he returned with a pint flask containing stuff that looked and smelt enough like whisky to get by if there had been a label on the bottle.

He poured a powder into it in Jeremy's presence, the two of them squatting on the floor of the corridor with the bottle between them so that no one else might see what was taking place.
"Now, you would better get rid of that fellow Omar while you attend to this," Yussuf Dakmar cautioned him.