This road is dangerous,said Salahadin. You're right, replied Fuad. And it's more dangerous higher up. People are often killed up there.But it was also very beautiful. It was spring and the trees and the flowers were fresh and green. Some people were already selling fruit beside the road. They had large baskets of strawberries. The car soon arrived at Fuad's hours. Fuad's wife,Leila, was waiting for them.Hello, Salahadin,said Leila. It's nice to see you again. We've a lot to talk about. But first,we'll have lunch. After lunch they sat out on the verandah and drank coffee. They talked about Cairo and their friends there. From the verandah, they looked down towards the tall buildings of Beirut. Behind the buildings were the docks and the sea. Now, said Fuad,why are you interested Beirut. Salahadin told Fuad about the death of Pearson. He told him, also, about the man with fair hair. I want to be at the docks at the docks at six o'clock,said Salahadin. I'm going to meet the Sudan. It arrives at half past six. I'll take you there in my car.