Journey Into Fear Page #2

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I've got my instructions. I've been ordered back to the States at once.

I'm only stopping here overnight!

I'm doing my best to steer clear of trouble.

You realize no doubt that you carry some valuable information?

Whatever that information is, it's safe enough: I've got it in my head.

That's precisely why you were brought here, Mr. Graham.

It's your head our government is so interested in.

Suppose you had been shot instead of that magician. What do...

Don't be silly!

The Turkish navy can get along perfectly well without me. The company would send out another man.

I'm not indispensable! There are dozens of men with my qualifications.

- Howard!

Somebody could be sent out from America.

- Meanwhile...

Or England!

To do my work over again.

Meanwhile the spring will be here.

And the Russian winter will be over,

and those ships will still be lying in the dockyards at Izmir and Gallipoli,

still waiting for their new guns and torpedo-tubes.

You are our military objective.

I don't understand you.

Mr. Howard Graham,

you are a careful driver

and an imaginative pedestrian.

You never ride horses nor climb mountains.

You do not hunt big game.

You never felt the slightest inclination to leap before an approaching express train.

I'm sure you never think of death.

If so, only on those occasions

that you take out an insurance policy.

Mr. Graham,

Mr. Graham, as your excellent brain grasps what I am trying to say to you,

it's perfectly simple.

Someone is trying to kill you.

You see?

Kanapen... Kopeikine.

Kopeikine.

why did you take him to that cabaret?

He wanted a good time!

Pardon me, Howard,

I will be back in a jiffy.

Pardon me, Mr. Graham,

I have quite a bad headache!

I have here so much work,

so much...

anxiety.

We know who's trying to kill you.

Here is his picture.

He is a thug in the employ of a Nazi agent, a man named Mueller,

operating in Sofia.

He doesn't look very friendly.

Banat?

I thought you said his name was Mueller?

Mueller is his employer.

This man's name is supposed to be Peter Banat.

He is an assassin, a professional...

Mr. Graham, there are men who are natural killers.

Banat is one of them.

He was convicted ten years ago in Yashi of helping to

kick a man to death.

He said that his price for killing a man

has been as low as 5000 francs.

- No thanks.

And expenses. Now...

We know a week ago Mueller got in touch with Banat.

Tonight we learn Banat is here.

It was he who shot at you at the cabaret,

a waiter identified him, I am dumbfounded.

But then I am dumbfounded every 25 minutes.

Can't you arrest this man?

We will when we find him.

But now we must get you back safely to America.

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