They came to Baghdad - Agatha Christie [88]
‘Unlikely – and in any case, you won’t be seeing Dakin.’
‘He told me to come to see him this evening,’ said Victoria mendaciously, a slightly chilly feeling attacking her spine. ‘He’ll think it odd if I don’t turn up.’
‘It doesn’t matter at this stage what he thinks,’ said Edward. ‘Our plans are made.’ He added, ‘You won’t be seen in Baghdad again.’
‘But Edward, all my things are at the Tio! I’ve booked a room.’
The scarf. The precious scarf.
‘You won’t need your things for some time to come. I’ve got a rig-out waiting for you. Come on.’
They got in the car again. Victoria thought, ‘I ought to have known that Edward would never be such a fool as to let me get in touch with Mr Dakin after I’d found him out. He believes I’m besotted about him – yes, I think he’s sure of that – but all the same he isn’t going to take any chances.’
She said: ‘Won’t there be a search for me if I – don’t turn up?’
‘We’ll attend to that. Officially you’ll say goodbye to me at the bridge and go off to see some friends on the West Bank.’
‘And actually?’
‘Wait and see.’
Victoria sat silent as they bumped over the rough track and twisted round palm gardens and over the little irrigation bridges.
‘Lefarge,’ murmured Edward. ‘I wish we knew what Carmichael meant by that.’
Victoria’s heart gave a leap of anxiety.
‘Oh,’ she said. ‘I forgot to tell you. I don’t know if it means anything. A M. Lefarge came to the Excavations one day at Tell Aswad.’
‘What?’ Edward almost stalled the car in his excitement. ‘When was this?’
‘Oh! About a week ago. He said he came from some Dig in Syria. M. Parrot’s, would it be?’
‘Did two men called André and Juvet come while you were there?’
‘Oh yes,’ said Victoria. ‘One of them had a sick stomach. He went to the house and lay down.’
‘They were two of our people,’ said Edward.
‘Why did they come here? To look for me?’
‘No – I’d no idea where you were. But Richard Baker was in Basrah at the same time as Carmichael. We had an idea Carmichael might have passed something on to Baker.’
‘He said his things had been searched. Did they find anything?’
‘No – now think carefully, Victoria. Did this man Lefarge come before the other two or afterwards?’
Victoria reflected in a convincing manner, as she decided what movements to impute to the mythical M. Lefarge.
‘It was – yes, the day before the other two came,’ she said.
‘What did he do?’
‘Well,’ said Victoria, ‘he went over the Dig – with Dr Pauncefoot Jones. And then Richard Baker took him down to the house to see some of the things in the Antika Room there.’
‘He went to the house with Richard Baker. They talked together?’
‘I suppose so,’ said Victoria. ‘I mean, you wouldn’t look at things in absolute silence, would you?’
‘Lefarge,’ murmured Edward.‘Who is Lefarge? Why have we got no line on him?’
Victoria longed to say, ‘He’s brother to Mrs Harris,’ but refrained. She was pleased with her invention of M. Lefarge. She could see him quite clearly now in her mind’s eye – a thin rather consumptive-looking young man with dark hair and a little moustache. Presently, when Edward asked her, she described him carefully and accurately.
They were driving now through the suburbs of Baghdad. Edward turned off down a side street of modern villas built in a pseudo-European style, with balconies and gardens round them. In front of one house a big touring car was standing. Edward drew up behind it and he and Victoria got out, and went up the steps to the front door.
A thin dark woman came out to meet them and Edward spoke to her rapidly in French. Victoria’s French was not sufficiently good to understand fully what was said, but it seemed to be to the effect that this was the young lady and that the change must be effected at once.
The woman turned to her and said politely in French:
‘Come with me, please.’
She led Victoria into a bedroom where, spread out on a bed, was the habit of a nun. The woman motioned to her, and Victoria undressed and