"I did. Precisely at seven. He informed me that you were missing. Then, sometime later, my man managed to leave Youssef's gang and report in. I at once made plans for your rescue. Now tell me. Where is the cat?"
Rick was very, very tired of the Egyptian cat. He thought grimly that when he returned home he and his sister would have a long talk about volunteering services for strangers.
"The cat is under the back cushion of Hassan's car," he said tiredly. "And the sooner you take it off my hands, the better."
"Hassan's car is at the hotel," Moustafa said. "Come. We will go there at once."
Rick and Hassan climbed into the car and Moustafa raced the motor. He meshed gears and spun his wheels as he got off to a fast start.
He's certainly in a hurry to get that cat, Rick thought. Well, he was the legitimate receiver. Only it was too bad to let the animal go without ever knowing what it contained.
No matter, Rick thought, as the desert road sped underneath. No matter now. In a few minutes it will be finished.