random scratches, 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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The corridor outside cabin 22 was still empty. Everything was silent. Salahadin went into the cabin and picked up the box carefully. Then he carried it across the corridor to his own cabin.
He went back across the corridor once more. In every cabin there was a notice with the words “DO NOT DISTURB” written on it in large letters. Salahadin took this notice and hung it on the door of cabin 22.
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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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