
"But why?" Ms. Madison looked concerned.
"Some insane wish for revenge," the Green Man sighed. "It seemed that Bristow had - or has - a belief that the whole world has wronged him."
"Had or has..." Ms. Madison frowned. "I don't like the sound of that."
"Quite right," the Green Man nodded. "You see, Bristow's body was never found. He might have survived somehow. But that's for another day. Right now, if you want, you can go home tomorrow, or down to the Red Sea."
"I think I'll stay around a little longer, actually," the lovely blonde smiled. "One of the Bedouin girls has promised to teach me belly-dancing."
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Well, it'd be a profession for when she leaves the Green Man's employment.
I once impersonated a belly-dancer in Algiers, when I was trying to catch the man who is now The Spanish Prisoner.
PS. I almost got fired from that job. I quit first.
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