"Although you did not happen to notice us, we have been present at your church service, and heard and seen everything.

For instance, we saw the wife of the lord here whom you stole away in Egypt, her that, being a liar, Harut, you swore you never stole.

Also we heard her words after you had made her drunk with your tobacco smoke." Now for once in his life Harut was, in sporting parlance, knocked out.
He looked at us, then turning quite pale, lifted his eyes to heaven and rocked upon his feet as though he were about to fall.
"How you do it?
How you do it, eh ?" he queried in a weak voice.
"Never you mind how we did it, my friend," I answered loftily.

"What we want to know is when you are going to hand over that lady to her husband." "Not possible," he answered, recovering some of his tone.

"First we kill you, first we kill her, she Nurse of the Child.