The House of Fear by IbnESafi

Author:IbnESafi
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9788184002553
Publisher: Random House Publishers India Pvt. Ltd.

Chapter 16

IMRAN SAT AT HIS table for a few moments and then suddenly darted out of the club. He heard a car start in the compound. He came back in.

‘Why are you running around?’ Lady Jehangir asked, her eyes hazy with drink.

‘Trying to digest the food,’ Imran said, looking at his wristwatch. Lady Jehangir laughed with her mouth closed. Imran’s eyes were still on his watch. After a while, he got up again. Now he was heading towards the telephone booth. He picked up the receiver, dialled a number, and began to talk.

‘Hello, Super Fayyaz…This is Imran…Leave immediately.’

Replacing the receiver, he returned to the club hall but did not sit near Lady Jehangir this time. For a few moments, he stood and looked around. Then he went and sat at a table with three men. These men knew Imran, so they did not mind him joining them.

For about fifteen minutes, Imran laughed and joked with them, but during this period his eyes would repeatedly return to the door.

Suddenly he spotted, at the door the old man from whom he had snatched the handbag a few days ago. Imran’s conversation grew even more animated but he soon felt something prodding his right shoulder. From the corner of his eye he looked towards his right and saw that the old man was standing right next to them. His left hand was in his coat pocket and a hard object from the coat pocket was poking Imran’s shoulder. Imran knew that this could only be the barrel of a revolver.

‘Imran sahib!’ the old man said very politely. ‘Will you please step out for a few minutes?’

‘Aha! Uncle dear!’ Imran chuckled. ‘Most certainly! But I have some complaints about you, and therefore you shouldn’t have any complaints about me as well.’

‘For sure. Please step out,’ the old man smiled. ‘I am sorry for that idiot’s actions.’

Imran stood up. Now he could feel the barrel of the revolver digging into his side. The two of them came out. As soon as they reached the park outside, both the old man’s companions joined them.

‘Where are the papers?’ the old man asked, grabbing Imran’s collar and shaking him. There was complete silence in the park. Suddenly Imran caught the old man’s left hand and landed a powerful punch under his chin. Now the revolver was in Imran’s hand. The old man stumbled and was about to fall to the ground when he was helped by his men.

‘I ask you: where is that ten thousand?’ Imran yelled.

Suddenly, from behind the balsam fence nearby, some eight or ten men pounced on the three men and a violent battle ensued. The three men fought with remarkable courage and audacity.

‘Super Fayyaz!’ Imran shouted. ‘The man with the beard…!’

The bearded man was making a break for it. He was about to clear the balsam fence when a spark flew from Imran’s revolver. The bullet hit the man on his leg.

‘Aray baap! Aray baap!’ Imran cried out as he threw the gun down and started slapping his face.

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