Friday, 3 June 2011

Believe me &c

No mistake, it was pukka, and the sweat prickled on my skin as I read it for the tenth time:

        Most urgent to Number One alone. On the first night after receipt, you will go in native dress to the         French Soldier’s cabaret between the Shah Boorj and the Buttee Gate. Use the signals and wait
        for word from Bibi Kalil. Say nothing to your orderly.

Not even an “I remain” or “Believe me &c”. That was all.

Flashman and the Mountain of Light, pp.165-66, Fontana Paperback edition, 1991.

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