They Came to Baghdad Read Online Free PDF

there and everywhere, sometimes to the most delectable places. But these were usually, Victoria reflected, superior young women with university degrees who had got into the racket early on.
    Victoria, deciding that first things came first, finally bent her steps to a travel agency, and there made her inquiries. There was no difficulty, it seemed, in travelling to Baghdad. You could go by air, by long sea to Basrah, by train to Marseilles and by boat to Beirut and across the desert by car. You could go via Egypt. You could go all the way by train if you were determined to do so, but visas were at present difficult and uncertain and were apt to have actually expired by the time you received them. Baghdad was in the sterling area and money therefore presented no difficulties. Not, that is to say, in the clerk’s meaning of the word. What it all boiled down to was that there was no difficulty whatsoever in getting to Baghdad so long as you had between sixty and a hundred pounds in cash.
    As Victoria had at this moment three pounds ten (less ninepence), an extra twelve shillings, and five pounds in the PO Savings Bank, the simple and straightforward way was out of the question.
    She made tentative queries as to a job as air hostess or stewardess, but these, she gathered, were highly coveted posts for which there was a waiting-list.
    Victoria next visited St Guildric’s Agency where Miss Spenser, sitting behind her efficient desk, welcomed her as one of those who were destined to pass through the office with reasonable frequency.
    ‘Dear me, Miss Jones, not out of a post again. I really hoped this last one –’
    ‘Quite impossible,’ said Victoria firmly. ‘I really couldn’t begin to tell you what I had to put up with.’
    A pleasurable flush rose in Miss Spenser’s pallid cheek.
    ‘Not –’ she began – ‘I do hope not – He didn’t seem to me really that sort of man – but of course he is a trifle gross – I do hope –’
    ‘It’s quite all right,’ said Victoria. She conjured up a pale brave smile. ‘I can take care of myself.’
    ‘Oh, of course, but it’s the unpleasantness.’
    ‘Yes,’ said Victoria. ‘It is unpleasant. However –’ She smiled bravely again.
    Miss Spenser consulted her books.
    ‘The St Leonard’s Assistance to Unmarried Mothers want a typist,’ said Miss Spenser. ‘Of course, they don’t pay very much –’
    ‘Is there any chance,’ asked Victoria brusquely, ‘of a post in Baghdad?’
    ‘In Baghdad?’ said Miss Spenser in lively astonishment.
    Victoria saw she might as well have said in Kamchatka or at the South Pole.
    ‘I should very much like to get to Baghdad,’ said Victoria.
    ‘I hardly think – in a secretary’s post you mean?’
    ‘Anyhow,’ said Victoria. ‘As a nurse or a cook, or looking after a lunatic. Any way at all.’
    Miss Spenser shook her head.
    ‘I’m afraid I can’t hold out much hope. There was a lady in yesterday with two little girls who was offering a passage to Australia.’
    Victoria waved away Australia.
    She rose. ‘If you did hear of anything. Just the fare out – that’s all I need.’ She met the curiosity in the other woman’s eye by explaining – ‘I’ve got – er – relations out there. And I understand there are plenty of well-paid jobs. But of course, one has to get there first.
    ‘Yes,’ repeated Victoria to herself as she walked away from St Guildric’s Bureau. ‘One has to get there.’
    It was an added annoyance to Victoria that, as is customary, when one has had one’s attention suddenly focused on a particular name or subject, everything seemed to have suddenly conspired to force the thought of Baghdad on to her attention.
    A brief paragraph in the evening paper she bought stated that Dr Pauncefoot Jones, the well-known archaeologist, had started excavation on the ancient city of Murik, situated a hundred and twenty miles from Baghdad. An advertisement mentioned shipping lines to Basrah (and thence by