He should return to Damascus.

He had better travel with me in the car tomorrow morning.

Take him to the hotel, and wait for me there, you," he added in Arabic to Suliman.
Yussuf came and opened the door.

Suliman took my hand and led me out.

The door slammed shut behind me, and a great Sikh, leaning on his rifle at a corner thirty feet away, came to life just sufficiently to follow me up-street with curious brown eyes.
"That is Narayan Singh," announced Suliman when we had passed him.