Publisher's Synopsis
Besides an utter lack of fear, Dicky Donovan has the keenest desire to know all things, good or evil -- and he follows his curiosity wherever it leads.
This is why Donovan -- twenty-five and no moustache, pink-cheeked and rosy-hearted, and "no white spots on his liver" -- heads straight, this particular night, to the house of the chief dancing-girl of Beni Hassan. From her he has learned to dance the dance of the Ghawazee. He has learned it so that, with his insatiable curiosity, he should be able to compare it with the Nautch dance of India, the Hula-Hula of the Sandwich Islanders, and the Siva of the Samoans.
Half an hour later two dancing-girls issue from the house of the ghdzeeyeh, dressed in shintiydn and muslin tarah, anklets and bracelets, with gold coins about the forehead -- and one is Dicky Donovan!
