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CHAPTER IV. THE HAREM.”Is there anything in this world duller than the pronunciamento of a dull woman!” he said to himself. On the street, for sheer relief of feeling the cool air against his face, instead of the warm stillness of Mrs. Payton’s sitting-room, he did not hail the approaching car, but strolled aimlessly along the pavement, sticky with fog.”I wonder when you’ll earn the cost of that desk?” he mused, and looked about the office, with its one big window that muffled the roar of the city ten stories below, and framed, black against a lowering sky, the far-off circle of the hills. It was a gaunt little room, with its desk and straight chairs, and its walls hung with real-estate maps. A vision of Mrs. Payton’s fire-lit upholstery flashed into his mind, and made him smile. What a contrast! “But this interests Fred,” he thought; “and the petticoated easy-chairs don’t. And the only thing that makes life endurable is an interest.” He wondered, vaguely, what interests he had himself. Certainly his trustee accounts were not very vital interests! It occurred to him, watching Fred thrust some long and vicious pins through a very rakish hat, that when she settled down and married Maitland he would lose a distinct interest. “I’ll have to transfer it to her infants,” he thought, cynically; “I suppose I’ll be godfather to the lot of ’em, and she and Howard, in[Pg 60] the privacy of connubial bliss, will speculate as to how much I’ll leave ’em— Damned if I leave them anything!” he ended, with a flare of temper.CHAPTER VIII”Well, don’t be nervous. He won’t stir.”[Pg 181]”Tomorrow. At noon. I’ll meet you at this very spot. All right?* * *Mariam had never before touched a car. She ran her fingersalong the hood of Jalil’s car, which was black, shiny, withglittering wheels in which Mariam saw a flattened, widenedversion of herself. The seats were made of white leather.She became intensely aware of her heart thumping, of theblood thudding in her ears, of the shape of Tariq beside her,tightening up, becoming still. The kiss dragged on. It seemed ofutmost urgency to Laila, suddenly, that she not stir or make anoise. She sensed that Tariq was observing her-one eye on thekiss, the other on her-as she was observinghim. Was helistening to the air whooshing in and out of her nose, shewondered, waiting for a subtle faltering, a revealing irregularity,that would betray her thoughts? Nike LeBron XII (Instinct) Tariq smiled at the women’s good-humored shooing. Heseemed to take pleasure in not being welcome here, in infectingthis female atmosphere with his half-grinning, masculineirreverence.”God help me, I think I love you,” he said-Through chatteringteeth, she asked him to turn out the lights.Mariam sighed. She sat down and let her finger be grabbed,looked on as the baby squeaked, as she flexed her plump legsat the hips and kicked air. Mariam sat there, watching, untilthe baby stopped moving and began snoring softly.The loudspeaker voice belonged to a slender, bearded youngman who wore a black turban. He was standing on some sortof makeshift scaffolding. In his free hand, he held a rocketlauncher. Beside him, two bloodied men hung from ropes tiedto traffic-light posts. Their clothes had been shredded. Theirbloated faces had turned purple-blue.Mariam cleared her throat.”Salaam, brother, I am looking forsomeone who lives in Herat. Or he did, many years ago. Hisname is Jalil Khan. He lived in Shar-e-Nau and owned thecinema. Do you have any information as to his whereabouts?”The irritation was audible in the man’s voice. “This is whyyoucall the mayor’s office?”Mariam said she didn’t know who else to call. “Forgive me,brother. I know you have important things to tend to, but it islife and death, a question of life and death I am calling about.””I don’t know him. The cinema’s been closed for many years.””Maybe there’s someone there who might know him,someone-“”There is no one.”Mariam closed her eyes. “Please, brother. There are childreninvolved. Small children.”A long sigh.Ithink you look like a queen.apartment rent.”The shopkeeper gave him a bus ticket, Tariq said, and theaddress of a street corner near the Lahore Rail Station wherehe was to deliver the coat to a friend of the shopkeeper’s.”I know you’re a married woman and a mother now. Andhere I am, after all these years, after all that’s happened,showing up at your doorstep. Probably, it isn’t proper, or fair,but I’ve come such a long way to see you, and… Oh, Laila, Iwish I’d never left you.””Don’t,” she croaked.What harmful thing had she willfully done to this man towarrant his malice, his continual assaults, the relish with whichhe tormented her? Had she not looked after him when he wasill? Fed him, and his friends, cleaned up after him dutifully?But mostly with weeds, some stunted, some springingimpudently halfway up the walls.”Mercy, no!” exclaimed Matt. Nike LeBron XII (Instinct) Simon Pettigrew lived at No. 12, where his father, his grandfather, and his great-grandfather had lived before him—lawyers all of them. So respected, so rooted in the soil of the Courts as to be less a family of lawyers than a minor English Institution. Divorce your mind[Pg 10] entirely from all petty matters of litigation in connection with the Pettigrews, Simon or any of his forebears would have appeared just as readily in their shirt-sleeves in Fleet Street as in County or Police Court for or against the defendant; they were old family lawyers and they had a fair proportion of the old English families in their keeping—deed-boxes stuffed with papers, secrets to make one’s hair curl.”Oh, it was only my joke,” said Meyer.”Money,” said Bobby.”Which uncle?”Then she had gone to a great impudently-advertising roaring trading-firm that dealt with books as men deal with goods in bulk, and, interviewing the manager as man to man, had driven her bargain, and a good one, too.”He’s good, as you say,” said Bobby, “but he’s more trouble to me than a child.””I don’t know,” said Brownlow. “I only know he’s gone, same as this time last year. He was a month away then.”