When the noise ceased and the impatient visitor went away he sighed with relief.

The place was certainly a trap; there was no back way out of it.
When Grim came at last he knocked quietly, and waited in silence while Yussuf applied his eye to the nail-hole.

When he entered, the only surprising thing about him seemed to me the thinness of his disguise.

In the morning, when I had seen him change in ten minutes from West to East, it had seemed perfect; but, having looked for him so long with the Syrian disguise in mind, it seemed impossible now that any one could be deceived by it.

He was at no pains to keep the kaffiyi thing close to his face, and I held my breath, expecting to see Noureddin Ali denounce him instantly.
But nothing of that sort happened.