r now and then to slip to the kid through the back door.
But he was starving when I found him."

Mrs. Davey laid her sewing down.

"D'you mean to tell me that that old butter-wouldn't-melt-in-
his-mouth professor is that child's father?"

"No. The father was a Turkish soldier--went away with the
Turkish retreat. If he's alive he's probably with Mustapha Kemal
in Anatolia. Old Scharnhoff used to keep a regular harem under
the Turks. He got rid of them to save his face when our crowd
took Jerusalem. He puts up with one now. But he has the
thorough-going Turk's idea of married life."

"And to think I had him here to tea--twice--no, three times! I
liked him, too! Found him interesting."

"He is," said Grim.

"Very!" agreed Goodenough.

"If it weren't for that harem habit of his," said Grim, "some
acquaintances of his would have blown up the Dome of the Rock
about this time tomorrow. As it is, they won't get away with
it. Suliman came and told me one day that his mother was
carrying food to Scharnhoff, taking it to a little house in
a street that runs below the Haram-es-Sheriff. I looked into
that. Then came news that two tons of TNT was missing, on top
of a request from Scharnhoff for permission to go about at night
unquestioned. After that it was only a question of putting
two and two together--"

"Plus Narayan Singh," said Goodenough. "I still don't see, Grim,
how you arrived at the conclusion that Scharnhoff is not guilty
of the main intention. What's to prove that he isn't in the pay
of Mustapha Kemal?"

"I'll explain. All Scharnhoff cares about is some manuscripts he
thinks he'll find. He thinks he knows where they are. The
Chronicles of the Kings of Israel. I expect he tried pretty hard
to get the Turks to let him excavate for them. But the Turks
knew better than to offend religious prejudices. And perhaps
Scharnhoff couldn't afford to bribe heavily enough; his harem
very likely kept him rather short of money. Then we come along,
and stop all excavation--cancel all permits--refuse to grant
new ones.

"Scharnhoff's problem is to dig without calling attention to what
he's doing. As a technical enemy alien he can't acquire
property, or even rent property without permission. But with the
aid of Suliman's mother he made the acquaintance of our friend
Noureddin Ali, who has a friend, who in turn has a brother, who
owns a little house in that street below the Haram-es-Sheriff."

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