He waved his hand definitively.
“Well?” inquired Mr. Tutt anxiously.
“Dat’s all!” answered Mr. Kahoots.
One of the jurymen suddenly coughed and thrust his handkerchief into his mouth.
“Then you stuck your knife into him, didn’t you?” suggested Mr. Tutt.
“Me? No!”
Mr. Tutt shrugged his shoulders and pursed his lips.
“You were convicted, weren’t you?”
“I call twenty witness!” announced Mr. Kahoots with a grand air.
“You don’t need to!” retorted Mr. Tutt. “Now tell us why you had to leave Syria?”
“I go in camel business at Coney Island,” answered the witness demurely.
“What!” shouted the lawyer. “Didn’t you run away from home because you were convicted of the murder of Fatima, the daughter of Abbas?”
“Me? No!” Mr. Kahoots looked shocked.
Mr. Tutt bent over and spoke to Bonnie Doon, who produced from a leather bag a formidable document on parchment-like paper covered with inscriptions in Arabic and adorned with seals and ribbons.
“I have here, Your Honor,” said he, “the record of this man’s conviction in the Criminal Court in Beirut, properly exemplified by our consuls and the embassy at Constantinople. I have had it translated, but if Mr. Pepperill prefers to have the interpreter read it—”
“Show it to the district attorney!” directed His Honor.
Pepperill looked at it helplessly.
“You may read your own translation,” said the court drowsily.
Mr. Tutt bowed, took up the paper and faced the jury.
“This is the official record,” he announced. “I will read it.
“’In the name of God.
“’On a charge of the murder of the gendarmes Nejib Telhoon and Abdurrahman and Ibrahim Aisha and Fatima, daughter of Hason Abbas, of the attack on certain nomads, of having fired on them with the intent of murder, of participation and assistance in the act of murder, of having shot on the regular troops, of assisting in the escape of some offenders and of having drawn arms on the regular troops, during an uprising on Sunday, January 24, 1303—Mohammedan style—between the inhabitants of the Mezreatil-Arab quarter in Beirut and the nomads who had pitched their tents near by, the following arrested persons, namely—Metri son of Habib Eljemal and Habib son of Mikael Nakash and Hanna son of Abdallah Elbaitar and Elias Esad Shihada and Tanous son of Jerji Khedr and Habib son of Aboud Shab and Elias son of Metri Nasir and Khalil son of Mansour Maoud and Nakhle son of Elias Elhaj and Nakhle son of Berkat Minari and Antoon son of Berkat Minari and Lutfallah son of Jerji-Kefouri and Jabran Habib Bishara and Kholil son of Lutf Dahir and Nakhle Yousif Eldefoumi, all residents of the said quarter and Turkish subjects, and their companions, sixty-five fugitives, namely—Isbir Bedoon son of Abdallah Zerik and Elias son of Kanan Zerik and Amin Matar and Jerji Ferhan alias Baldelibas and Habu son of Hanna Kahoots and—’”


