"Who is this dazzling houri from paradise, Mr. Saltiel?" the sheikh muttered without taking his eyes from the scarlet faced naked captive whom Alma now led forward towards the loges. She inclined her head deferentially towards them, and with a yank on the leash-chain and a sibilant command, made poor Dorothy Barten emulate her except that the latter bowed down to the waist and kept her head lowered until a yank of the chain permitted her to straighten.
"Her name is Mrs. Dorothy Barten, Highness," the suave black-haired co-owner of Lecayano murmured. "She is twenty-eight years of age, she has been married three years, and her husband was indebted to my partner. After he sold his fashionable Newport mansion and converted other personal effects, he was still about ten thousand dollars short.
