is quite amusing…’ He beamed at them. ‘Do you feel up to taking a little dictation this evening, Chloe? Or would you like to get an early night before we start in the morning?’
‘Oh, of course I don’t mind taking some dictation,’ Chloe assured him. ‘That is why I am here.’
‘Then we’ll find a quiet corner in the gardens,’ he said. ‘I spotted a little shelter where we can sit and be undisturbed. I’ll go up and fetch my notebook and meet you in a few minutes.’
‘I’ll be in the garden,’ Chloe agreed. ‘I think I know where you mean—I’m sure I do, near the palm trees in the corner…’
‘Yes, that’s right, my dear.’ He nodded to her and went off.
‘I think I shall have some coffee in the lounge and settle with a book,’ Amelia said. ‘You don’t need me for anything, Chloe?’
‘No, thank you,’ Chloe said and left her, wandering out through the hotel to the back gardens, which were rather attractive and quite large for a hotel. She stopped to sniff at a pretty yellow rose, and then became aware of raised voices coming from behind a large flowering bush. It sounded as though two men were arguing, but she was unable to understand because they spoke in a language she did not recognise.
And then one of them mentioned a name she had heard for the first time that afternoon…Pasha Ibn Hasim! Chloe strained to catch more of what was being said and she thought she heard the word Hassan…and then again Pasha’s name. Oh, how she wished she knew what they were saying! It was so frustrating to know that they were talking about someone she knew but not to be able to understand, and then one of them said something in French, and she knew they were talking about an attempt at murder.
Chloe’s blood ran cold. Surely she must have heard wrongly? She wished they would continue to speak in French, but they had returned to the first language, which she found unintelligible.
‘Ah, there you are, my dear! I am sorry to keep you waiting.’
The professor’s words startled her, and she swung round to see him approaching. The men had abruptly stopped speaking, and as her employer joined Chloe, they came from behind the bushes, glancing at her as they began to stroll off in the direction of the hotel.
Chloe felt her mouth go dry as she saw the expression of menace in one of the men’s eyes. He said something in a low voice to his companion, but he shook his head and frowned. Obviously the second man was of the opinion that they were in no danger, as a foreign woman wouldn’t have understood what they were saying.
And she hadn’t, of course—except for the names and that one sentence in French. She probably had it all wrong, of course she did! And yet Pasha had told her that his father had been assassinated…
Chloe’s thoughts were confused, but had to be dismissed as the professor found his little shelter and asked her to sit down so that they could begin. Chloe took the notebook she always carried from her bag and smiled at him, indicating that she was ready to begin.
Even if those men had been plotting something, there was nothing she could do for the moment. Pasha had not been at dinner, and she did not know how to contact him—though she would leave a note for him at the desk before she went up to her room.
Chloe asked for an envelope at the foyer, and was given one by an obliging desk clerk. She slipped her note inside, and wrote Philip Armand on the envelope, handing it in with a request that it be given to Mr Armand when he returned.
‘Certainly, Miss Randall. Is there anything else I may do for you?’
‘No, thank you—just make sure that Mr Armand gets the envelope.’
Alone in her room, Chloe thought over what she had heard earlier. She couldn’t be sure that it was significant—and she had made that clear in her letter. Pasha would probably think she was letting her imagination work overtime again, but at least she had done what she could.
She found it difficult to sleep at first, and lay tossing from one side to the other as her mind went over and over the events of the day, but eventually she fell into an uneasy sleep. She dreamed of a tent in the desert and a handsome, slightly dangerous Sheikh.
The professor wanted an early start, and there was hardly anyone in the dining room when they had their breakfast. Chloe inquired at the desk and was told that Mr Armand had been given her letter when he came in the previous evening, but that there was no reply.
She felt a little disappointed, but decided that it would be foolish to have looked for a reply. As she had half-expected, he probably thought that she had imagined the whole incident.
‘Are you ready, Chloe my dear?’
The professor was calling to her, and she hurried to his side. They were beginning their trip in truth now, for they were to enter Morocco and would make their way to various villages. The first important destination on the professor’s itinerary was Fez, and after that Marrakesh.
The car he had hired for their use was quite a large tourer, and more comfortable than Chloe had imagined, with a soft top that came down so that they could enjoy a breeze as they drove on fine days.
Looking back at the hotel as the professor drove away, Chloe saw Pasha come out of the main entrance, but she didn’t wave to him, even though she knew he had seen her. It would probably be the last time she would see him and that thought left her feeling a little low, though she didn’t know why it should.
‘Marrakesh was founded in 1062,’ the professor told Chloe as they looked out of the window of the house they had taken just outside the city for a few days. Situated on a hillside, it had a good view over the city itself. ‘It was a centre of the caravan trade for centuries, and is just as important commercially today.’
‘It looks exciting,’ Chloe said. ‘Amelia was telling me that it was the capital of the sultans, and there are many old buildings and mosques that are interesting to see.’
‘Yes—though, unfortunately, neither of you will be allowed inside,’ the professor said. ‘I was disappointed in Fez not to be able to even approach the mosque of Mula Idris, but the shrine is considered so sacred that non-Muslims may not approach its entrance. However, I dare say there are many fine buildings here that you will be allowed to look at, at least from the outside.’
They had been travelling for three weeks now, and Chloe had discovered that the professor was indefatigable when it came to visiting places he wished to see. She was glad that they were going to stay put for a few days, because she wanted to catch up on some correspondence.
‘Did you need me for dictation this afternoon?’ she asked. ‘I thought I might stay here and wash my hair.’
Charles seemed to realise that he was asking a lot, and looked contrite. ‘You must forgive me, Chloe. I have worked you both hard these past few weeks,’ he said. ‘That’s why I thought we would take the house for a few days rather than stay in hotels. You should be comfortable here, Chloe. And, no, I don’t need you this afternoon. I shall go into the city myself, but you may stay here and relax for a few hours.’
‘Yes, I should enjoy that,’ she said. ‘I saw a pleasant garden just down the road from us, and I think I might take a walk there once I’ve washed my hair—let it dry in the sun.’
‘And I shall stay here and
