“I have made a study of these vagrants of the Midway. Was a tramp myself once and can understand their ways, you know. Queer people, the Turks, and their leading characteristic, sir, is _revenge_. Even a lapse of twenty years will not make them forget.” This may be an accidental thrust, and probably is, but it strikes home. Samson Cereal starts and looks anxious, feeling that he has some concern in this game. “As I wandered about that entrancing region early this evening, my ear charmed with the sweet music of the never ceasing tom-tom, or the cry of the bum-bum candy vendor, my eyes feasting on the beauties of Samoan and Lapland architecture, I chanced to catch a glimpse of the Turkish nabob. Ever since I had that whirl at him last night I have been in low spirits. I wanted to repeat it. If no one got in the way I believed I could even see your throw and go one better. “So it entered my mind to follow the Turk and watch for a chance. Gentlemen, behold the working of fate! I dogged his steps. Presently from the gorgeous Turkish village he sought the classic shades of Cairo Street, where I was quite at home.” “I could swear to that!” says John, but having been warned, the narrator of the Modern Arabian Nights pays no attention to this interruption beyond a shrug of the shoulders. “It was a question with me, I assure you, whether I should hire a donkey and run Mr. Turk down, or mount a camel and chase him the length of the street, for you see my animosity was aroused. Then I began to notice that he was holding mysterious confabs. First he met two fellows just outside the Turkish barber shop and handed over some money. Then, further down the street, two more turned up. “By this time I believed a conspiracy was on foot to loot the Midway. A man could retire for life if he did that. I resolved to save the Fair, no matter what the loss of time and money was to me; and, gentlemen, under certain existing circumstances of which you are not aware, I assure you the former weighed more with me than the latter.” “Don’t doubt it!” from John. “Having made up my mind to sacrifice my own interests to those of suffering humanity, I set to work eavesdropping. Now, my education as a detective has been woefully scant, but in my peregrinations before condescending to settle down in Denver I have had some rough experiences, and they taught me how this thing must be accomplished. “Gentlemen, with me it was _veni, vidi, vici!_ for I came and saw and conquered. Near the group lay an old blanket used on one of the camels during the wedding procession. Under this dirty cloth of gold I hid myself, and then edged along until I was close behind the conspirators. I happen to have remarkable ears--you notice they stick out like a rabbit’s--they give me the power of catching a whisper, and these chaps were so earnest in discussing their sweet plot that they talked right out in meeting.