Zetterberg leaned forward, an expression of somewhat anxious sincerity in his whole demeanor.
VIII
Abe Baker choked, and then suddenly laughed.
Sven Zetterberg stared at him. "What's so funny?"
"Well, nothing," Abe admitted. He looked to Homer Crawford.
Crawford said to the Swede carefully, "Why?"
Zetterberg said impatiently, "Isn't it obvious, after the conversation we've had here? Possibly this El Hassan is the man we're looking for. Perhaps this is the force that will bind North Africa together. Thus far, all we've heard about him has been rumor. We don't seem to be able to find anyone who has seen him, nor is the exact strength of his following known. We'd like to confer with him, before he gets any larger."
Crawford said carefully, "It's hard to track down a rumor."
"That's why we give the assignment to our best team in the field," the Swede told him. "You've got a roving commission. Find El Hassan and bring him here to Dakar."