Abdullah Imam Haq should say her along the sheet

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making, I came to the conclusion that no intercom was
necessary. His voice carried well above the throbbing of
the mighty engine.
I drove along again, practicing turns, getting used to the
thing. Marcel pranced and chattered from front to rear of
the machine, twisting the wires around the girders. Coming
to my "conning tower" he thrust an arm through the open
window, thumped me on the shoulder, and bellowed, The
headset, you put her on, yes? You hear so good. Wait-
I go back!" He scuttled along the girders, plonked into his
seat at the far end of the machine, and shrieked into the
microphone. "You hear good? Yes? I come!" In his
exuberance he had forgotten that I too had a microphone.
Almost before I could collect my wits he was back, hammer-
ing at the window, "Good? Good? You hear good?"
"Say," said the American. "You guys take off tonight.
All the papers are here. Marcel knows how to get you to
Paris, with the chance of earning francs on the way. Sure
been nice knowing you." The American walked away, out
of my life. Perhaps he will read this and get in touch with
me through the publishers. I went off to my solitary room.
Marcel went off to the local place of refreshment. For the
rest of the day I slept.
With the coming of darkness I had a meal and took a
cab out to the shed. My luggage, now reduced to a bare
minimum, I stowed in the space behind my seat. Engine


started, pressures satisfactory. Fuel gauge reading Full.
Lights worki

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