Salahadin and Fuad got back home before ten o’clock.
Leila was pleased to see them. She started to make some food, but Salahadin was in a hurry.
“Can you phone Beirut airport?” he asked. “Find out the time of the first plane to Athens. I want to get there as soon as possible.”
Fuad phoned the airport. Leila brought in some coffee and they sat down. Salahadin told her about Borkman’s death. He spoke about the Black Cat.
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It was now after seven o’clock in the evening. The train from Cairo had arrived at Alexandria at half pas two. Perhaps Pearson’s murderer was already on a boat to Beirut.
“We must phone Alexandria,” said Salahadin to Ahmed.
Salahadin picked up the telephone. He asked for the police at the docks in Alexandria. After about ten minutes, the telephone rang. It was the call to Alexandria.
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Ahmed and Salahadin left Pearson’s room and went downstairs. They sat down and the manager brought them some coffee.
“How can we find the seventh box?” asked Ahmed.
“I need your help,” replied Salahadin.
“How can I help you?” asked Ahmed.
“The murderer took the box with him,” said Salahadin. “It was heavy and it’s hot today. The murderer did not carry the box very far. Perhaps he took a Continue reading