Catroux and the men laugh long and hard, and it is a strange sound against the thundering and screaming of the wind outside the clay hut.
“I will tell you what happened since you appear to be an inquisitive man. The jeep had broken down, and we had to leave it in the desert. My partner here has suffered heatstroke, or so I assume. The pilot with us got bitten by a sand adder and did not make it. The two of us came upon this place this afternoon. Are there any more questions before I resume my disturbed rest?”
“Go and sleep again, Madame, by all means,” says Catroux. “You will not get the chance again shortly. I hope the men you have murdered in Fort Laval do not come and disturb your rest.”
MadameWithout further ado and not even looking at them, she lies down again, turns over onto her
