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His selfishness was monstrous, the single, absolute nature of his vision. 'You should have thought of that,' I said, 'before you asked me to act as interpreter.' It was true that I had intended to leave anyway, once I got the money, make for Constantinople and the archives. But Mister Bowles did not know that. He had been quite prepared to leave me to the wolves.
'Never mind that now,' he said. 'What do you say? Shall we be allies?' He was smiling. Suddenly he held out his hand. 'We two against the whole damn lot of them,' he said.
I smiled back at Mister Bowles and took his hand. 'Allies,' I said. 'We will see this thing through together.' I was drawing, Excellency, on the vocabulary of adventure story heroes, dimly remembered. And so, I think, was Mister Bowles.
In that brief interval, between the touch of his hand and the words of response that I uttered, no more than a few seconds, there was born in me the absolute conviction that Mister Bowles is trying to trick me again; and at the same time I felt my own readiness to betray him burgeoning within me.
We toasted our alliance in the remains of the beer. 'You will go and see them, then?' he said.
'Yes,' I said. 'I will.'
'There is another thing,' he said. 'If you really want to help, you can come up to the site tomorrow and lend a hand. There's a lot to do and it is slow work for just one.'
'What time?' I said.
'Oh, any time. I'll be there all day.'
I left shortly after this. He did not see me down, which was fortunate, as it turned out, because then I should probably not have stayed talking to Chaudan in the lounge. And in that case I should probably never have found out what terra rossa is. It is a type of bauxite, Excellency.
He volunteered the information, I did not ask for it – it did not occur to me to ask. By a happy chance he had met Doctor Hogan earlier this evening and the doctor mentioned it to him. Lucky too was the fact that Chaudan was staying at the hotel that night. He spends most of his time in the north of the island, on what I suspect is a very uncomfortable construction site, supervising the road they are building along the coast. He is glad to escape when he can, and this evening he had managed it. Yes, Excellency, it is bauxite. Nothing to do with old maps, or explorers. Bauxite – and I am quoting Monsieur Chaudan now – is a non-plastic, claylike material. It can take many forms, depending on origin, being sometimes soft and friable, sometimes dense, sometimes porous. It varies widely in colour being found in cream, pink, brown, red, yellow, grey. Terra rossa is of a granular, earthy type, and as the name implies, red in colour.
But the truly interesting thing, Excellency, is that all bauxites, however they may vary in texture and appearance, contain a very high percentage of alumena, the principle ingredient of aluminium alloys. Aluminium: a metal white, sonorous, ductile, malleable, very light, not readily oxidised or tarnished.
I slept well, Excellency – three or four hours of unbroken sleep. Early morning now, just after sunrise. A great calm over everything, first touch of sun on the sleeping face of the sea. I feel this calm in myself, a spent feeling, peaceful, rather desolate. This report is drawing to a close. Things are falling into place. It is always the same: the potential of the begi
I feel these threads coming together, adhesive, ready to set in their final shape. Ma
As for Mister Bowles, I have been looking at his notebook again. Those meticulous entries mean more to me now. There, accurately dated, with the place names in red ink, are the records of his transactions. Over the last six months or so he has been performing all over Asia Minor. Imagine it, Excellency, The same air of rectitude, the same impression of stupidity, the same objects, the same Gladstone bag! And now, after so much endured, so much fantasy sustained, so much self-contempt warded off, now life has outstripped his art, reality has transcended the dream. Can you wonder that he has become so passionate, so possessive?
There are still questions, of course. Why did Mister Bowles go back to the site that afternoon, when the deal had already been concluded? What had he been discussing with Mister Smith that day, when I saw them outside the bar, laughing together? Above all, knowing what I know of him, can I believe that he will surrender the statue to the authorities? The day after tomorrow. Why was he so definite about the day? It is the first time that he has committed himself in this way.
I do not believe him. That flower of betrayal, which grows with its own urgency "now, outside my control – I feel its petals expand. It luxuriates in my distrust of him, and its scent is sickening, desolating. A swamp plant, Excellency, growing in the corruption of my hopes, just as fantasies have flowered in his, in Mister Bowles's.
I will go up there again soon, to fix the few threads remaining.
It is done. I have been to Izzet-but not to ask for more time. I have betrayed Mister Bowles, the flower is in the light of day now. I did not do it for money, though money was the pretext I carefully fashioned for myself. Even that was u