I THERE are not so many Antereeyeh (story-tellers) in Cairo now (said my acquaintance, Hassan of the Scent Bazaar, staring, reflecti...

I CONDOR wrote to me three times before the end (said Neville, Assistant-Inspector of Antiquities, staring vaguely from his open win...

I I WILL tell you this story (said Ferrier of the Egyptian Civil) with one reservation; comments are to be reserved for some future ...

I MUSTAPHA MIRZA knew it—Mustapha Mirza, the blind Persian who makes shoes hard by the Bâb ez-Zuwêla and in the very shadow of the m...

IN those days, of course (said the French agent, looking out across the sea of Yûssuf Effendis which billowed up against the balcony t...

I FELIX BRÉTON and I were the only occupants of the raised platform at the end of the hall; and the inartistic performance of the bu...

I FOR close upon a week I had been haunting the purlieus of the Mûski, attired as a respectable dragoman, my face and hands reduced ...

I “I HEAR that the Harêm Suite is occupied,” said Sir Bertram Collis, bustling up to me as I sat smoking in the gardens of a certain...

I THE interior of the room was very dark, but with the aid of the electric torch which I carried I was enabled to form a fairly go...

I THE orchestra had just ceased playing; and, taking advantage of the lull in the music, my companion leaned confidentially forward,...

Introductory Saville Grainger will long be remembered by the public as a brilliant journalist and by his friends as a confirmed miso...

I Jack Dillon came to Hollow Grange on a thunderous black evening when an ebony cloud crested the hill-top above, and, catching the ...

I “Well, Harry, my boy, and what’s the latest news from Venice?” Harry Lorian stretched his long legs and lay back in his chair....

I A tropically hot day had been followed by a stuffy and oppressive evening. In the tiny sitting-room of our tiny cottage, my friend...

A Story of the Shan Hills I The merciless sun beat down upon the little caravan, winding its way upward and ever upward to the hil...

I “There’s Low Fennel,” said Major Dale. We pulled up short on the brow of the hill. Before me lay a little valley carpeted with...

I “He is the lord of the desert, Effendi,” declared Mohammed the dragoman. “From the Valley of Zered to Damascus he is known and lov...

I. THE duhr, or noonday call to prayer, had just sounded from the minarets of the Mosques of Kalaûn and En-Nasîr, and I was idly noting th...