The Devil Came from Akasava Page #2

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l'm sorry that l had you

come here,

but you have to admit that this bordello

is an excellent cover.

All right, now let's get

to the heart of the matter.

You have to bring us the man

who committed the murder

in Forrester's office.

Was the guy who was stabbed

one of your people?

Yes, he was.

- And what was he doing there?

- He tried to crack the safe.

- Hurry, come to bed.

- What?

Come on,

they are watching us. Come on.

Yes.

- And what are you looking for?

- Professor Forrester's assistant...

died of a blood disease,

according to medical reports.

Yes, caused by an unknown

form of rays.

You are right.

We are only interested

in one question:

The origin and cause

of these rays.

The Secret Service

can depend on Scotland Yard.

And now... may l offer

you something else?

No, for my health...

it would be better

if l went back to my office now.

Oh, Sir Philip,

how nice of you to come.

- Hello.

- Hello. how are you?

l'm fine, thank you.

Have a seat, please.

My leg is a little better now.

Well, you know,

the damp-

it can drive you crazy, but it will

probably never heal completely.

Your only souvenir from lndia.

Oh, no, there is something else.

Even if some people see these things

as somewhat antiquated,

sometimes you do meet the old ghost

once more.

There is probably not much use

in pining for the past.

- Well, yes.

- By the way, l am sorry.

that l have to take up

some of your precious time.

But my dear friend,

l am always available for you.

Thank you.

Let's get down to business.

l know that Professor Forrester

disappeared.

He was a good friend of mine,

and l would like to ask you,

to find out everything that you can

about what happened to him.

But you can't ask me

to send someone

to Akasava.

That is not at all

in my area of responsibility.

Really, you know you can send

someone...

- unofficially.

- Oh, Sir Philip,

how nice to see you again.

l hope you are doing fine.

We always enjoy seeing a guest.

But, please excuse me,

l have to take care of the flowers.

Certainly. Yes, yes.

Sir Philip, could you

do a favor for an old friend?

Well...

Mr. Forrester, there is

a telephone call in the bar for you.

Mr. Forrester,

a telephone call.

Mr. Forrester, please.

My name is Forrester.

There is supposedly a call for me.

Thank you.

Forrester. Yes.

Yes. l understand.

lf you say so.

lt's okay.

All passengers of flight 737

to Mombasa, proceed to gate A.

The passengers from London

are asked

to go to Customs lnspection.

Mr. Forrester?

- You are Mr. Forrester?

- Yes.

l was beginning to doubt

that l would find you.

By the way, l am Tino Celli.

l was a good friend of your uncle's.

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