Five Graves to Cairo Page #6

mission with full authority to dig.

Only, they didnt dig anything out:

they dug everything in.

- What, sir?

- Water, petrol, ammunition.

Not that again. Please, sir.

- Farid, now we know how.

- Yes sir, we know how.

We dont know where.

- Theres still question number 21.

- Yes, sir, twenty... what?

Davos.

Yes, Lieutenant Schwegler.

- The Field Marshall wants to see you.

- Yes, sir.

Good afternoon, Frulein.

Good afternoon, Lieutenant.

Not bad, eh, as maids go.

I wouldnt know, sir. A man with a

club foot is scarcely in the running.

When youre with the Field Marshall,

Id rather you didnt mention...

... that you saw me talk to her

in the servants room.

Of course not.

He doesnt like his officers

to get involved with civilians.

Yes, sir.

She wants me to do something about

her brother.

Hes in a prison camp somewhere

in Germany.

I see.

A very sad case.

But a very pretty victim.

Ill do all I can.

Come in!

Oh yes, Davos.

Ive just received information that

my advanced columns have reached objective Y.

Objective Y, Your Excellency?

Thats good news, isnt it?

Rather.

Everything works out according to my plans.

I wish I could have told it to

those Britishs at lunch.

Their digestion would have stopped completely.

If I may be permitted, Your Excellency

gave them a very brilliant lecture.

They will remember Field Marshall Rommel.

Or should I say, Professor Cronstaetter?

Thank you, Davos.

For a moment, I was really afraid

Your Excellency might...

... put all the cards on the table.

Tell them about the five graves.

My tongue did itch. Such blind ignorance.

I might have just as well showed

them my map.

With the exact location of the five graves?

- Come here, Davos.

- Yes, Your Excellency.

Here we are.

You of course know all the answers.

But would they have seen anything?

Not a thing, Your Excellency.

They have such complicated minds.

They expect invisible ink.

Maps that have to be warmed

over fires.

Or held against the light to

reveal secret pin pricks.

Too simple for them, this.

Im trying to look at it with

an Englishmans eyes.

Not a clue. Just an ordinary map.

Theres nothing here that would

give them a hint is there?

After Ive taken Cairo, I shall send

a postcard...

... to No. 10 Downing Street

with the correct solution.

Davos, all arrangements have

been made for you.

Yes, Your Excellency.

Youre leaving for Cairo this evening.

You will be taken by motorcycle to El Daba.

From there, a guide will get you

through the British lines.

- This evening?

- At 9 oclock.

That gives me 6 hours.

For what?

Oh, some things here.

Unfinished business of no importance.

In Cairo, aside from your routine business,

you will keep your eyes open.

When I enter the town,

I should not like to have...

... bouquets thrown into my path

with explosives in them.

And please, Davos...

... at Shepheards Hotel, no pictures of

the widow of Windsor...

... or any of her breed.

You can expect me Sunday afternoon.

There wont be difficulties with

objectives P or T, Im sure.

'P' or 'T', Your Excellency?

It seems improbable.

Have a luke warm bath drawn in

the Royal Suite.

In the evening, command performance

of the opera. Aida, in German...

... omitting the second act,

which is too long and not too good.

- Thatll be all, Davos.

- Yes, Your Excellency.

- Maid, do you speak French?

- Oui, mon gnral.

I do not.

But look at my fingernails: broken.

I rang and rang for you, all last night.

No service after 11.

I didnt want any service.

I had a song.

I have wine. You know what was missing?

- A corkscrew.

- Not at all.

Alright. So I wont sing.

But Ill tell Mussolini.

Good night, mon gnral.

Mouche.

Look at this. A wire from Berlin already.

Yes Lieutenant?

Theyve located your brother.

Im sending this to hurry the case.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Perhaps there will be an answer tonight.

Ill see you after dinner.

Yes, Lieutenant.

- The waiter leaves at 9:00.

- Schwegler!

Go now, go.

Hello, Mouche.

- What time is it?

- Half past six.

- I hear you are leaving.

- Thats right.

Thats right.

May I, wet as it is?

If there were a local florist, I would

offer you an arm full of white lilacs.

- With my humblest apologies.

- For what?

I had an unpleasant idea about you, Mouche.

- Lieutenant Schwegler cleared it up.

- Thank you.

If only somebody would clear up

my ideas about Lieutenant Schwegler.

- He has been wonderful to me.

- Im sorry.

Port Sad. No, thats too far east.

T... T...

Tanta. That could be.

Its between Alexandria and Cairo.

What are you doing?

You know, Mouche, I not only have

a club foot, I have a club brain.

Been sitting here for two hours.

T, P and objective Y

does that mean anything to you?

T, P and Y? Not a thing.

- Madame is dressing for dinner?

- For after dinner.

It was maddening, Mouche. There was

Rommels map staring at me...

... with everything on it.

Eyes have I, but I see not.

T', 'P', 'Y'. Whats the key?

Wheres the answer?

- What are you doing?

- Thats a pretty dress.

In Cairo, I wore it on Sundays.

Drifting down the Sharia Ibrahim, Pasha,

with a white parasol over your shoulder.

- There was a parasol that went

with the dress. - Well, where is it?

In the shop. I could never quite

afford it. The handle was real ivory.

Maybe one day, when Im rich.

Objective 'Y'. 'Y'.

Listen, either you stop talking like

alphabet soup or you tell me.

Ive gone through this tourist guide

writing down the name of every village...

... every oasis, every landmark

That begins with 'P' or 'T'.

Theres dozens of them.

But there is no Y in Egypt.

What have I said?

- Mouche! Thats it, Mouche, thats it!

- What is it?

Did you hear what I said?

Idiot, idiot!

I said there isnt a 'Y' in Egypt.

But there is.

Theres a 'Y', and a 'P'

and a 'T'. Ive got it.

E- G-Y-P-T. The five graves.

What five graves?

The five supply depots of Professor Rommel.

Of course, no invisible ink.

Just a map of Egypt.

And printed across it, Egypt.

And the letters, dont you see?

Every letter marking a supply depot.

Invisible because its so visible

all over the map.

Just a moment. Since when was

Rommel a professor?

I must see that map again.

I must get back into his room.

- Whose room?

- Rommels.

No, please dont. Youve had such

luck so far.

You can leave. Youre safe.

Why risk your neck again?

- What for?

- Thank you, Mouche.

Before you took pity on the neck of a

married man.

This time, you know its just my neck.

Where is that agreeable mouth of yours?

Im sorry, I forgot.

Wrong army.

You? What are you doing here?

- I was in your room, sir.

- Didnt you hear the alarm?

- Yes, sir.

- Air raid.

- I know, sir.

- Then what are you doing here?

The maps. I thought the Field Marshalls

maps should not be left behind.

- You did, eh?

- Yes, sir.

- Very conscientious.

- Thank you, sir.

- Go on. Everybody in the cellar.

- Yes sir.

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