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Arabesque Page #5
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Stop bugging me.
How would I know?
Have you heard from the girl?
Has she found it?
She'll give me a blast
when she knows something.
Oh, no, he's taking it.
Why couldn't he be on a diet?
What do you know?
"Thirty-five."
Which one is it?
Number nine.
You were actually telling the truth.
What are you talking about?
Yussef was here.
I was here. The cipher
was here. All you had to do was yell, but you didn't.
That absurd story
about your mother and sisters must be true.
You mean you didn't believe me?
Not a word.
Then why did you come with me?
I didn't know where the van was.
Miss Azir,
I humbly apologize.
I don't accept.
The least you can do
when I tell you something is to believe it.
With your track record?
Uh-oh. Let's go.
Be ready to duck.
"Fourteen."
I only hope his sweet tooth holds up.
We're victims
of the establishment.
Ask him to move.
It's no use.
They can't move, speak or even listen.
If they do, they're taken
to the Tower and beheaded.
Oh, nonsense.
He's a man, isn't he?
Excuse me, soldier.
He's a guardsman.
Excuse me, guardsman.
I know you're on duty,
but-
There is something
under your foot...
that belongs to us.
Okay?
Please?
Pretty please?
David,
make him lift his foot!
You've been learning
from Nejim.
"Fifty-two"!
Oh, no.
He's found it.
Sink, sank, sunk.
He must be calling Yussef.
I don't think so.
He knows
Yussef's number.
Keep an eye
on Webster.
Look here.
Webster sold out to Nejim.
Seems to be a popular
You're not including me,
I hope.
Of course not.
We're believing you today.
say where.
It doesn't have to.
If he's meeting Nejim
at 3:
30,there's only one place
it can be.
In the fifth race, the runners are as follows-
I must go
and advise my horse.
Are you coming, my love?
You go, my darling.
I think I'll put
some money on her.
What an excellent idea.
But only to win, of course.
to back another horse at this late stage.
Well, well,
if it isn't Mr. Dillingham.
By jove, it's actually
Lady Hetherington-Cartwright.
Don't overdo it.
I didn't know you could. I haven't seen Webster yet.
He's handing the inscription
over to Sloane at 3:30 by the winning post.
Do be a dear, Mr. Dillingworth.
Ham.
Dillingham.
Tell me what you fancy for this race.
I'm putting my jolly old shirt
on number nine.
Please keep your eyes
on the winning post.
You'll have to get it away from them somehow.
And then what?
Meet me tonight
at Trafalgar Square, around midnight.
It's been positively smash
to have bumped into you this way, old thing.
Do give my regards
to your husband next visiting day.
- Ta-ta.
- Toodle-oo.
What odds did you get?
- Two to one.
- They're off.
It's Pollock.
Who is that?
Three furlongs left to race,
and it is-
That bungling idiot, Sloane.
Darling, we won!
- Hello?
- Prime Minister Jena, please.
It's very urgent.
This is Mr. Pollock.
Pollock.
Mr. Pollock,
what has happened?
Mr. Jena,
there's been some trouble.
A man was killed at Ascot today.
Have you also heard who they think killed him?
Mrs. Pollock's idiot son, David,
that's who. I need your help.
I don't think there's anything
I can do for you right now,
besides suggesting that
you stay clear of the police.
Mr. Prime Minister, I don't
think I've made myself clear.
Right now I'm wanted for murder.
You're the only one
who can explain what I've been doing.
But, Mr. Pollock, I thought
I'd made myself clear.
For security reasons,
I have never seen you.
I am not even in England.
Whatever the circumstances,
my ambassador and I must
disclaim any knowledge of you.
Where are you?
Have you
the message?
If the message is not
deciphered soon, then-
Come here, my darling.
I brought you some presents.
How sweet.
More shoes?
But, darling,
you've already given me dozens.
I couldn't resist these.
It was quite
a coincidence,
at the right place, at the right time.
Don't you think so?
I would hardly call it a coincidence.
Neither would I.
How do you account for it... my flower?
He must have been following
Yussef's man,
the one who was killed.
Do you think so?
It's the only explanation.
You wouldn't have
mentioned it, of course.
I?
Those are rather attractive,
don't you think?
Exquisite.
I really must thank
whoever was responsible for getting him there.
Then you wanted him to have it?
Certainly.
Who else
I want you
to find him again,
I want you to stay with him
until he finishes his work,
and then I want you
- Is that clear, my angel?
- Very clear.
I know that I can trust you
to do that for me.
Unless, of course,
you're growing weary of my little gifts.
Oh, and if I don't hear
from you by noon tomorrow...
try and think of some remote
corner of the world where I won't find you.
I don't think you can...
but try.
Thank you, sir.
Mrs. Ragheeb?
Oh, but, sir-
I must speak
to Mrs. Ragheeb.
Mrs. Ragheeb, I'm an associate...
of Professor Ragheeb at Oxford.
This is tremendously
urgent. It's about your husband's murder.
"Murder"?
Why do you say "murder"?
Your husband
was murdered by some agent of Nejim Beshraavi.
He was killed
for a Hittite inscription. I don't know why.
I know very little, but I do know that.
No, Amir.
Mrs. Ragheeb, I know
this is a terrible time to trouble you,
but I've got
to know what that inscription means.
I thought, perhaps,
among your husband's notes-
A Hittite inscription?
Did he tell you anything about it?
Show it to me.
Mrs. Ragheeb-
I told him he was mad
to meddle in such things.
Madness and suicide.
And now...
he's in there.
But he must have
told you something.
He must have mentioned
where he got it, who gave it to him.
We have to know.
"We"? Who else?
A girl. Her family's
in great danger.
Her mother and sisters-
General Ali has threatened to kill them.
-Is the girl named Yasmin Azir?
-Yes.
And she told you that
her mother and her sisters are in danger?
Yes.
Yasmin has no such family,
Mr. Pollock.
There is only her father.
General Ali
would never harm him.
Why not?
Because General Ali
is her father.
David,
Oh, you were?
The police think
you killed Webster. Haven't you seen the papers?
I don't care what they say
about me as long as they spell my name right.
I had a hard time convincing
Nejim I had nothing to do with your being at the races.
I'm sure that you were
very convincing.
I told him you must have
been following Webster, but I'm not sure he believed me.
How could anyone
not believe you?
He made me promise to keep you
working on the cipher...
and to call him
- Oh, damn.
- What's wrong?
Nejim had me followed
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