Random Story To Tell

Salahadin took the first train from Venice to Rome. The next morning he was on a plane to Cairo. The plane was late and he did not arrive until after ten o’clock in the morning.

The sun was high in the sky and it was getting hotter and hotter. Salahadin felt better. He preffered the heat of Cairo to the cold deck of “The Syria”.

He took a taxi to his flat. There was a surprise waiting for him. Leila and Fuad where there. Fuad explained.

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“Don’t move,” said Peterson.

Peterson came into the cabin and shut the door.
Salahadin stood still in front of the bed.

“Who are you?” asked Peterson. “And what are you doing in my cabin?”

“Borkman sent me,” he said. “I have message for you.”

“You’re telling lies,” said Peterson. “There’s something on the bed. Stand back.”

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Salahadin plane flew over Athens early in the morning. From the aeroplane he looked down on the ruins of the Acropolis.

They looked wonderful in the early morning sunlight. But Salahadin was not a tourist. He was a detective and he had to

find Peterson.

Salahadin took a taxi from the airport to Piraeus, the seaport of Athens. He got out of the taxi at Piraeus and went to

an office at the dock gate.

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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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Fuad and Salahadin got out of the car and walked to the edge of the road. It was getting dark and cold. The two cars lay below them. The black car had fallen about two hundred metres to the bottom. It was on fire. The taxi had not fallen so far. It was lying against a tree.

“Come on,” said Salahadin. “Let’s climb down quickly. Perhaps Borkman’s still alive.”

Fuad climbed down the steep path and Salahadin followed him. They found the taxi. The Continue reading