His point of view was fair enough.

"Perhaps not," I replied. "For my own part I should wish to see
the slipper back in Mecca, or wherever it came from. But Professor
Deeping--"

"Professor Deeping was a thorn in the flesh of the Faithful!"

My visitor's voice was gravely reproachful.

"Nevertheless his wishes must be considered," I said, "and the
methods adopted by those who seek to recover the relic are such
as to alienate all sympathy."

"You speak of the Hashishin?" asked the old man. "Mr. Cavanagh, in
your own faith you have had those who spilled the blood of infidels
as freely!"

"My good sir, the existence of such an organization cannot be
tolerated today! This survival of the dark ages must be stamped
out. However just a cause may be, secret murder is not permissible,
as you, a man of culture, a Believer, and"--I glanced at his
unusual turban--"a descendant of the Prophet, must admit."

"I can admit nothing against the Guardian of the Tradition, Mr.
Cavanagh! The Prophet taught that we should smite the Infidel. I
ask you--have you the courage of your convictions?"

"Perhaps; I trust so."