“He didn’t want to be thanked,” Melina said quickly. “But I minded for him. He used to talk of Morocco as if it was his best beloved child. That is why I wanted to come here – that is why I wanted to see the country he had given his heart to.”
“You shall see it,” Bing asserted. “But only if you have some of his courage.”
“Then tell me what I am fighting.”
Bing looked round over his shoulder as if he half expected there was someone crouching against the car listening to them.
“It’s a long story,” he began, “and I’m not going to bother you with the details, but your father fought all his life to improve conditions in Morocco and the new King has carried on the good work. He has closed down innumerable dens of vice, he has broken up secret societies, he has eliminated, in one way or anoth
