“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.”
Salahadin moved back and Continue reading
Ten minutes later, there was a knock at the door of Salahadin’s cabin. It was the steward.
“Do you want to eat the dining room or in your cabin sir?” asked the steward.
“Where do people usually eat?” asked Salahadin.
“In the dining room,” replied the steward. “But you can have your dinner in your cabin, if you want.”
“That’s an idea,” said Salahadin. “I’ll Continue reading
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.
“But Continue reading
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