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had never heard him speak.
    On the bedside table were a guide to Cairo in English, a copy of Vogw and
    a reprinted lecture on isotopes.
    So Schulz was a scientist.
    Towfik glanced through the lecture. Most of it was over his head. Schulz
    must be a top chemist or physicist, he thought. If he was here to work
    on weaponry, Tel Aviv would want to know.
    There were no personal papers-Schulz evidently had his passport and
    wallet in his pocket. The airline labels had been removed from the
    matching set of tan suitcases.
    On a low table in the drawing room, two empty glasses smelled of gin:
    they had had a cocktail before going out.
    In the bathroom Towfik found the clothes Schulz had worn into the desert.
    There was a lot of sand in the shoes, and on the trouser cuffs he found
    small dusty gray smears which might have been cement. In the breast
    pocket of the rumpled jacket was a blue plastic container, about
    one-and-a-half inches square, very slender. It contained a light-tight
    envelope of the kind used to protect photographic film.
    Towfik pocketed the plastic box.
    The airline labels from the luggage were in a wastebasket in the little
    hall. The Schulzes' address was in Boston, Massachusetts, which probably
    meant that the professor taught at Harvard, MIT or one of the many lesser
    universities in the area. Towflk did some rapid arithmetic. Schulz would
    have been in his twenties during World War 11: he could easily be one of
    the German rocketry experts who went to the USA after the war.
    Or not. You did not have to be a Nazi to work for the Arabs.
    Nazi or not, Schulz was a cheapskate: his soap, toothpaste and
    after-shave were all taken from airlines and hotels.
    On the floor beside a rattan chair, near the table with the empty
    cocktail glasses, lay a lined foolscap notepad, its top sheet blank.
    There was a pencil lying on the pad. Perhaps
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    Schulz had been making notes on his trip while he sipped his gin sling.
    Towfik searched the apartment for sheets torn from the pad.
    He found them on the balcony, burned to cinders in a large glass ashtray.
    Ihe night was cool. Later in the year the air would be warm and fragrant
    with the blossom of the jacaranda tree in the garden below. The city
    traffic snored in the distance. It reminded Towfik of his fathees apartment
    in Jerusalem. He wondered how long it would be before he saw Jerusalem
    again.
    He had done all he could here. He would look again at that foolseap pad, to
    see whether Schulz's pencil had pressed hard enough to leave an impression
    on the next page. He turned away from the parapet and crossed the balcony
    to the French windows leading back into the drawing room.
    He had his hand on the door when he heard the voices.
    Towilk froze.
    "rm sorry, honey, I just couldn't face another overdone steak."
    "We could have eaten something, for God's sake."
    Tle Schulzes were back.
    Towilk. rapidly reviewed his progress through the roomi: bedrooms,
    bathroom, drawing room, kitchen . . . he had replaced everything he had
    touched, except the little plastic box. He had to keep that anyway. Schulz
    would have to assume he had lost it.
    If Towfik could get away unseen now, they might never know he had been
    there.
    He bellied over the parapet and hung at full length by his fingertips. It
    was too dark for him to see the ground. He dropped, landed lightly and
    strolled away.
    It had been his first burglary, and he felt pleased. It bad gone as
    smoothly as a training exercise, even to the early return of the occupant
    and sudden exit of spy by prearranged emergency route. He grinned in the
    dark. He might yet live to see that desk job.
    He got into his car, started the engine and switched on the lights.
    Two men emerged from the shadows and stood on either side of the Renault
    Who ... ?
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    He did not pause to figure out what was going on. He rammed the gearshift
    into first and pulled away. The two men hastily stepped aside.
    They had made no attempt to