 I felt the blow of his heavy luger across my face, and that was all. Only a roaring like a calm scene in the desert, and me spinning with the wind, till it seemed to pitch me back down to the foot of the minaret. The pain in my head drove me to my senses, and when I opened my eyes, it was pitch dark. The dead body of the kindly Moisan lay beside me. Just as I realized I was clutching something tightly in my hand, a flashlight stabbed right in my eye. Sir, it is you, Mr. Jordan. Get up at once. Well, good hunting, Greco.