I was thinking what could possibly be done to clear Rashid, when a familiar figure came into the court and strolled towards us.

It was Suleyman! I had imagined him three hundred miles away, at Gaza, in the south of Palestine.

Loud were our exclamations, but his calm rebuked us.

I never knew him show excitement or surprise.
He heard our story with deliberation, and shook his head at the police and the detective.
'No use at all,' he scoffed.

'The one man for your purpose is the Chief of the Thieves.