Yes,' said Salahadin. ‘I met him half an hour ago.
He said that he felt sick. He’ll not want anything until tomorrow.’
'When do you want breakfast, sir?' asked the steward.
‘I feel tired,’ replied Salahadin. ‘Don’t wake me in the morning.
When I want breakfast, I’ll call you.’
‘Goodnight, then,’ said the steward.
Salahadin said goodnight and locked his door.
He had not slept on a bed for many hours and he was very tired.
He undressed and got into bed. At first,
the movement of the boat kept him awake.
But he was soon asleep and slept deeply all night.
When Salahadin woke up the next morning,
the bright sun was shining into his cabin.
He looked at his watch. It was nearly eleven o’clock.
He rang the bell for the steward. ‘When do we arrive in Venice?’ asked Salahadin.
‘We’re early today,’ replied the steward. ‘We’ll be there in two hours.
But you don’t need to get off the boat immediately. You can have lunch first.’
‘No, thank you,' said Salahadin. ‘I want to get off the boat as soon as possible.
What about Mr Peterson? Is he better?’
‘He still has the notice on his door,’ replied the steward.
‘I’ll nor disturb him until after lunch.’
'That’s a good idea,’ said Salahadin.
‘Now, can you bring me some coffee, please.’
Salahadin drank his coffee slowly and got dressed.
He heard a loi of noise. The ship was arriving at Venice.
Salahadin looked out into the corridor. It was empty.
The steward had gone เก the dining-room.
Salahadin picked up the heavy box and left the cabin.
From the side of the boat, Salahadin saw the tall buildings of Venice.