Salim awoke while the night was pitch dark and put on his clothes without the slightest rustle, as though some hidden force were making him move like a machine, as though he were stripped of all inner feeling, even while his five senses were alert to the utmost.

He went out to the terrace and shut the door. The air was warm and the stars were sparkling. Just then a distant clock struck two. Salim undid the clothesline swiftly, precisely, and without a sound, and took the stick.

The road was deserted. In four minutes he was in Said al-Azraq's garden near the window of his room, which stood open because the hot weather had begun. The white coat was not hanging on a hook as he had imagined, but lay over the back of a chair in the middle of the room. Without hesitation or fear Salim thrust his stick between the bars of the window, drew the coat toward him, and pulled it out. He found several banknotes in it; he took them and left the coat on the ground, then climbed nimbly back over the garden wall and hurried toward his house... But there — he sees the night watchman walking four or five houses away. Then his feeling suddenly returned to him, and his heart began pounding with strong, rapid beats, as if it were about to burst, and fear and panic took complete hold of him. A thief! He is a thief! He took a turning where he vanished from the watchman's eyes.

Salim reached the house and returned to his bed without anyone sensing him, but the beats of his heart were still rapid and strong; he could not calm them, and the banknotes were still in his hand.

Salim shuddered at hearing the word "thief," as though a dagger had stabbed him in the heart! And he began speaking to himself, dazed, his thoughts

shattered: "Am I a thief? Have I become a robber?" Then it seemed to him that he was living his dream again, moving from one door to another and finding all the doors locked in his face.

On the morning of the next day their neighbor, who lived in the same house with them, came in to them, saying: — Umm Salim,

did you hear — did you all hear what happened? The thief came last night to Said al-Azraq's house and took two hundred and sixty liras from his pocket and left the coat on the ground.

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