"Yet you are aware that I have only given you seven days' time? If you do not restore her to me within that time, your heads fall! You have not forgotten that?" "No, master, we have not forgotten it." "You are wise," said the pacha, quietly. "What about Mohammed Ali; have you caused his movements to be closely watched?" "Yes, master, we have done so." "Then speak," commanded the pacha, falling back on his cushions with closed eyes, slowly smoking his chibouque, and opening his lips from time to time to allow a whiff of smoke to curl slowly upward. "Your report, dogs!" With ready tongues the eunuchs reported all the old woman and boy had observed. "Continue," commanded the pacha, as they both ceased speaking, "continue." "Master, we have nothing further to report." "You are a couple of blockheads," observed their gracious master. "Goods, table-ware, provisions--you know nothing else." "No, lord and master, we know of nothing else." "But the one thing, the most important, tell me: where did the boulouk bashi pass the night?" "Master, we believe he passed it in his house." "You only believe it? This night you must know. But take notice of this: Be careful not to injure himself or his property. His person and his property shall not be touched this I have sworn. Yet know this: If you do not tell me tomorrow morning where the boulouk bashi has passed the night, you shall both receive the bastinado, and after such a fashion that you will find walking anything but pleasant, and yet I will have you driven through the city in search of the information you are so slow in getting." With a gesture of the hand he motioned to them to leave the room, and they withdrew as they had entered, on their knees. After closing the door behind them, they jumped hastily to their feet. "The bastinado! Did you hear?" asked the one, "We must find out at every cost where the boulouk bashi passes the night. But how can we? We are neither to injure his property, nor to touch him or what belongs to him. We are not allowed to open his door or break into his house; what are we to do?" "I have thought of something," said the other. "Come, I will tell you. Let us get everything ready." Dark clouds covered the heavens, shutting out the light of the moon and stars, and night sank down over the earth earlier than usual. The people had retired to rest, and the houses were dark. Suddenly a bright light illumined the surrounding darkness, and cries for help resounded through the air. The house that stood opposite Mohammed's is enveloped in flames, and its occupants rush out yelling and screaming for help. The old woman and the boy ran over the way and knocked at the window-shutters of the young boulouk bashi. "Come out, come out, Mohammed Ali! Save yourself! Your house has commenced to burn!" All was still in the house, as though Mohammed knew the voice lied, that there was no danger, and that he could sleep on quietly.