Cat Among the Pigeons. Agatha Christie

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      Ali considered for a moment.

      ‘It would hardly be worth while trying again?’

      ‘We mightn’t be so lucky this time. The truth is, Ali, we’ve left things too late. You should have got out two weeks ago. I told you so.’

      ‘One doesn’t like to run away,’ said the ruler of Ramat.

      ‘I see your point. But remember what Shakespeare or one of these poetical fellows said about those who run away living to fight another day.’

      ‘To think,’ said the young Prince with feeling, ‘of the money that has gone into making this a Welfare State. Hospitals, schools, a Health Service—’

      Bob Rawlinson interrupted the catalogue.

      ‘Couldn’t the Embassy do something?’

      Ali Yusuf flushed angrily.

      ‘Take refuge in your Embassy? That, never. The extremists would probably storm the place—they wouldn’t respect diplomatic immunity. Besides, if I did that, it really would be the end! Already the chief accusation against me is of being pro-Western.’ He sighed. ‘It is so difficult to understand.’ He sounded wistful, younger than his twenty-five years. ‘My grandfather was a cruel man, a real tyrant. He had hundreds of slaves and treated them ruthlessly. In his tribal wars, he killed his enemies unmercifully and executed them horribly. The mere whisper of his name made everyone turn pale. And yet—he is a legend still! Admired! Respected! The great Achmed Abdullah! And I? What have I done? Built hospitals and schools, welfare, housing…all the things people are said to want. Don’t they want them? Would they prefer a reign of terror like my grandfather’s?’

      ‘I expect so,’ said Bob Rawlinson. ‘Seems a bit unfair, but there it is.’

      ‘But why, Bob? Why?’

      Bob Rawlinson sighed, wriggled and endeavoured to explain what he felt. He had to struggle with his own inarticulateness.

      ‘Well,’ he said. ‘He put up a show—I suppose that’s it really. He was—sort of—dramatic, if you know what I mean.’

      He looked at his friend who was definitely not dramatic. A nice quiet decent chap, sincere and perplexed, that was what Ali was, and Bob liked him for it. He was neither picturesque nor violent, but whilst in England people who are picturesque and violent cause embarrassment and are not much liked, in the Middle East, Bob was fairly sure, it was different.

      ‘But democracy—’ began Ali.

      ‘Oh, democracy—’ Bob waved his pipe. ‘That’s a word that means different things everywhere. One thing’s certain. It never means what the Greeks originally meant by it. I bet you anything you like that if they boot you out of here, some spouting hot air merchant will take over, yelling his own praises, building himself up into God Almighty, and stringing up, or cutting off the heads of anyone who dares to disagree with him in any way. And, mark you, he’ll say it’s a Democratic Government—of the people and for the people. I expect the people will like it too. Exciting for them. Lots of bloodshed.’

      ‘But we are not savages! We are civilized nowadays.’

      ‘There are different kinds of civilization…’ said Bob vaguely. ‘Besides—I rather think we’ve all got a bit of savage in us—if we can think up a good excuse for letting it rip.’

      ‘Perhaps you are right,’ said Ali sombrely.

      ‘The thing people don’t seem to want anywhere, nowadays,’ said Bob, ‘is anyone who’s got a bit of common sense. I’ve never been a brainy chap—well, you know that well enough, Ali—but I often think that that’s what the world really needs—just a bit of common sense.’ He laid aside his pipe and sat in his chair. ‘But never mind all that. The thing is how we’re going to get you out of here. Is there anybody in the Army you can really trust?’

      Slowly, Prince Ali Yusuf shook his head.

      ‘A fortnight ago, I should have said “Yes.” But now, I do not know…cannot be sure—’

      Bob nodded. ‘That’s the hell of it. As for this palace of yours, it gives me the creeps.’

      Ali acquiesced without emotion.

      ‘Yes, there are spies everywhere in palaces…They hear everything—they—know everything.’

      ‘Even down in the hangars—’ Bob broke off. ‘Old Achmed’s all right. He’s got a kind of sixth sense. Found one of the mechanics trying to tamper with the plane—one of the men we’d have sworn was absolutely trustworthy. Look here, Ali, if we’re going to have a shot at getting you away, it will have to be soon.’

      ‘I know—I know. I think—I am quite certain now—that if I stay I shall be killed.’

      He spoke without emotion, or any kind of panic: with a mild detached interest.

      ‘We’ll stand a good chance of being killed anyway,’ Bob warned him. ‘We’ll have to fly out north, you know. They can’t intercept us that way. But it means going over the mountains—and at this time of year—’

      He shrugged his shoulders. ‘You’ve got to understand. It’s damned risky.’

      Ali Yusuf looked distressed.

      ‘If anything happened to you, Bob—’

      ‘Don’t worry about me, Ali. That’s not what I meant. I’m not important. And anyway, I’m the sort of chap that’s sure to get killed sooner or later. I’m always doing crazy things. No—it’s you—I don’t want to persuade you one way or the other. If a portion of the Army is loyal—’

      ‘I don’t like the idea of running away,’ said Ali simply. ‘But I do not in the least want to be a martyr, and be cut to pieces by a mob.’

      He was silent for a moment or two.

      ‘Very well then,’ he said at last with a sigh. ‘We will make the attempt. When?’

      Bob shrugged his shoulders.

      ‘Sooner the better. We’ve got to get you to the airstrip in some natural way…How about saying you’re going to inspect the new road construction out at Al Jasar? Sudden whim. Go this afternoon. Then, as your car passes the airstrip, stop there—I’ll have the bus all ready and tuned up. The idea will be to go up to inspect the road construction from the air, see? We take off and go! We can’t take any baggage, of course. It’s got to be all quite impromptu.’

      ‘There is nothing I wish to take with me—except one thing—’

      He smiled, and suddenly the smile altered his face and made a different person of him. He was no longer the modern conscientious Westernized young man—the smile held all the racial guile and craft which had enabled a long line of his ancestors to survive.

      ‘You are my friend, Bob, you shall see.’

      His hand went inside his shirt and fumbled. Then he held out a little chamois leather bag.

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