The Tremor of Forgery by Patricia Highsmith

Author:Patricia Highsmith [Highsmith, Patricia]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: mystery, Suspense, C429, Extratorrents, Kat
ISBN: 9780871132581
Publisher: Grove/Atlantic, Inc.
Published: 1969-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Jensen paused for a swig from the bottle. ‘Oh, first somebody would cover it up to hide it. Then a couple of Arabs would haul it away on a donkey, bury it in the sand somewhere. That is, if there’s some reason to hide it and there usually is if a man’s murdered. Excuse me a minute.’ Jensen got up and disappeared somewhere in the palm grove.

Ingham put his head down on his forearms. The camel-driver had settled himself under robes next to one of his camels, and might be asleep by now. He was out of hearing, and probably could not understand English, but Ingham disliked his closeness. Ingham stood up as Jensen came back. ‘Let’s walk a little bit away.’ Ingham said.

Jensen took his flashlight. It was very dark when they left the cooking-stove. The flashlight’s beam bobbed on the irregular ripples of sand before them. Ingham imagined the ripples mountains, hundreds of feet high, imagined that he and Jensen were giants walking on the moon; or perhaps their actual size, walking on a new planet populated by tiny people to whom these ripples were mountains. They walked slowly, and both glanced behind to see how far they had gone from the palm trees. The trees were not visible, but the stove glowed like a spark.

Ingham plunged in. ‘I had an attempted robbery at my bungalow a few nights ago.’

‘Oh?’ said Jensen, sounding English as he did sometimes, weaving a little in the soft sand. ‘What happened?’

‘I was asleep and I woke up when the door was being opened. I’d forgotten to lock my door. Someone started to come in. I picked up my typewriter and threw it as hard as I could. I hit the man right in the forehead.’ Ingham came to a stop, and so did Jensen. They faced each other without seeing each other. Jensen’s torch pointed at their feet. ‘The thing is—I think I might’ve killed the man. I think he was the one they call Abdullah. You know, the old fellow with the turban and the red pants? The one who stole something out of my car?’

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