There was one Turk, one Frenchman, two Italians, and one Egyptian." My heart gave a great bound.

Surely I had been guided aright; I should find him at last.
"Are they at home during the day ?" "No," was the reply; "they are mostly out." "But they come home at night ?" "Yes, they come home at night, all except one." Which was he?
The Egyptian.
Did he stay at home during the day?
He really could not say.

He only came a little more than two days ago, and his habits seemed uncertain.
"And is the Egyptian at home now ?" "No," said the man, eyeing me keenly.
"Might I ask when he will be home ?" I asked eagerly.
"I do not think it right to answer questions about my lodgers," said the man, sharply.

"You have asked a great many; I must know your reasons for so doing before I answer any more." I began to chide myself for my folly.

I had raised suspicions, and now I might not be able to get the information I wanted.