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Will Bonner stumpy legs to operate them. The countryside was hurtling by making it difficult to recognize, but at one stage Will thought he saw a familiar building, but concluded that he was probably mistaken. Will shouted over the noise of the vehicle. "How much farther to go?" The man turned causing the car to swerve towards the side of the road. The steering was so bad, it took several seconds to get it back under control again. "Just a few more minutes," he shouted, and to Will's relief the car slowed down to manoeuvre into a dirt road, towards a few houses, and pulling up in a cloud of dust in front of one of them. The man got out gesturing for Will to follow. Walking up the verandah steps they approached the front door. The house was of typical middle east structure, appearing to be in the upper bracket range. It was one of three in an area that appeared isolated. Turning to look back, Will noted they were about a quarter of a mile from the main road, which seemed deserted at that time. I wonder how I'm going to get back? Will pondered. The little taxi man was probably hired for that, so he dismissed the thought from his mind. During this time the little man had been impatiently knocking on the door which eventually opened, revealing a man with a badly pock-marked face, dressed in a Arabic fez and white gown. He spoke fiercely in Arabic to the little man. He's telling him off for banging too hard on the door, Will thought. Money changed hands and the little man, beaming once again at Will, took his final bow before proceeding to his taxi, which sped away engulfed in a cloud of dust. After the noisy drive up from the Queen of Sheba's Wells, Will immediately became aware of the silence which was creating an awkward moment for him, not knowing how to handle the situation from here on. The man beckoned him inside without saying a word. He doesn't speak English Will concluded, following him into a dim passageway, its walls lined with individually designed carpets in the form of murals. The usual smell of the East wafted through the air, rising and falling in intensity as they went further into the building. Will was beginning to realize that the house was much bigger than his first assessment. Several rooms branched off from left to right, but they were heading towards the end of the corridor which opened out into what appeared to be quite 34

The Reluctant Agent A Compelling Story of Espionage a large reception area. The smooth stone floor and walls gave a feeling of coolness, in contrast to the heat outside. Carved wooden seats were placed against three of the walls, and a rectangular table of similar design, positioned in the centre of the room, supported a large coloured eastern vase. His guide stopped and pointed to one of the seats, indicating that Will should sit and wait. The large door opposite was half open, revealing a room well lit with natural light. Will was suddenly aware that his guide was no longer in the room, and a feeling of apprehension came over him as he waited, wondering what was to happen next. The room was deathly quiet, reminding him of the small stone walled vestry, in his church back home. During the last few hours events had been testing his ability to cope, and the next incident may be no exception. A faint rustling could be heard coming from the room, but he could not distinguish whether it was human or animal. Concentrating on that part of the room visible through the open door, there were noticeable changes in the light and dark of the shadows. There was definitely someone inside. The still air was abruptly disturbed by the sound of a chair being dragged across the floor followed by footsteps, and within seconds a man appeared in the doorway stepping into full view on the opposite side of the table. Will stood up looking directly across the room at the person he was obviously intended to meet, but could not believe his eyes. The two men remained motionless for a few more seconds looking at each other, which was enough time to confirm that it was a man he had met in Aden, on a previous voyage. They had both moved simultaneously to get around the table, and Will extended his hand. "I have met you before, you have a radio shop in Aden, forgive me, but I have forgotten your name." By this time the men were face to face, and his host was obviously taken aback by Will's remark. In perfect Oxford English he replied. "I believe we have. Please call me Omah, come in and sit down." Will followed him inside. A large old desk monopolized the centre of the room, with sundry pieces of small furniture and tables placed on scatter rugs around the perimeter. Oil paintings adorned two of the walls, on the third a glass gun cabinet containing several antique pistols. A six bladed fan was faintly whirring in the centre of the tall ceiling, from which Will could feel the cool changes of air as they passed over his sweating body. 35

Will Bonner<br />

stumpy legs to operate them. The countryside was hurtling by making it difficult to<br />

recognize, but at one stage Will thought he saw a familiar building, but concluded<br />

that he was probably mistaken.<br />

Will shouted over the noise of the vehicle. "How much farther to go?" The man<br />

turned causing the car to swerve towards the side of the road. The steering was<br />

so bad, it took several seconds to get it back under control again.<br />

"Just a few more minutes," he shouted, and to Will's relief the car slowed down<br />

to manoeuvre into a dirt road, towards a few houses, and pulling up in a cloud of<br />

dust in front of one of them. The man got out gesturing for Will to follow. Walking<br />

up the verandah steps they approached the front door.<br />

The house was of typical middle east structure, appearing to be in the upper<br />

bracket range. It was one of three in an area that appeared isolated. Turning to<br />

look back, Will noted they were about a quarter of a mile from the main road,<br />

which seemed deserted at that time.<br />

I wonder how I'm going to get back? Will pondered. The little taxi man was<br />

probably hired for that, so he dismissed the thought from his mind. During this time<br />

the little man had been impatiently knocking on the door which eventually opened,<br />

revealing a man with a badly pock-marked face, dressed in a Arabic fez and white<br />

gown.<br />

He spoke fiercely in Arabic to the little man. He's telling him off for banging<br />

too hard on the door, Will thought. Money changed hands and the little man,<br />

beaming once again at Will, took his final bow before proceeding to his taxi, which<br />

sped away engulfed in a cloud of dust.<br />

After the noisy drive up from the Queen of Sheba's Wells, Will immediately<br />

became aware of the silence which was creating an awkward moment for him, not<br />

knowing how to handle the situation from here on. The man beckoned him inside<br />

without saying a word.<br />

He doesn't speak English Will concluded, following him into a dim<br />

passageway, its walls lined with individually designed carpets in the form of murals.<br />

The usual smell of the East wafted through the air, rising and falling in intensity as<br />

they went further into the building.<br />

Will was beginning to realize that the house was much bigger than his first<br />

assessment. Several rooms branched off from left to right, but they were heading<br />

towards the end of the corridor which opened out into what appeared to be quite<br />

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