ABSTRACT
That night the Turk could not sleep for anguish. He passed the hours of darkness fighting the phantom of the thief. Early next morning he put some satin under his arm and went off to the bazaar, to the shop of that rogue of a tailor. He greeted him warmly; the master-tailor sprang up and gave him a broad welcome, asking how he was even more cordially than the Turk’s rank required. In this way he wormed himself into the Turk’s affection. Hearing him sing as sweetly as a night-
ingale, the Turk threw down before him the length of Istanbuli satin.
