Hawksworth stifled his embarrassment and tried to ignore the barb. "There surely must be charts here. What harm if I merely look around?"
Shirin stiffened. "Not now. Not today. You have to leave."
"But are there calculations, or charts?"
"More than likely. But I told you they're in Persian."
"Then maybe you could translate."
"I could. But not today. I've told you, you have to leave. Really you must." She pushed the door open wider and stood waiting.
"I'll be back." He paused in the doorway and turned. "Will you be here tomorrow?"
"Possibly."
"Then I'll be back for sure."
She looked at him and shook her head resignedly. "You truly don't realize how dangerous it is for you to come here."