April 28, 2009

14. Return to Cairo

Filed under: The Black Cat — christon @ 1:00 pm

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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April 22, 2009

9. Beirut to Athens

Filed under: The Black Cat — christon @ 12:56 pm

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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April 19, 2009

8. Borkman’s Story

Filed under: The Black Cat — christon @ 9:37 am

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

April 18, 2009

7. The Road to Ba’albek

Filed under: The Black Cat — christon @ 5:26 am

At six o’clock, Salahadin and Fuad arrived at the dock in Beirut. They sat in the car and waited for the arrival of “The Sudan”.

There was another car on the docks.

“Do you see that black car over there?” asked Fuad.
“The one with two men in the front?”
“Yes,” said Fuad, “and there’s a fat man sitting in the back seat. I know him. He’s interested in antiquities. He often Continue reading

April 16, 2009

4. Boat to Beirut

Filed under: The Black Cat — christon @ 7:26 am

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.

“This is Salahadin El Nur speaking. I’m a police Continue reading

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