The Gadget Had a Ghost

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THIS was Istanbul, and the sounds of the city—motor-cars and clumping donkeys, the nasal cries of peddlers and the dis­tant roar of a jet-plane somewhere over the city—came muted through the windows of Coghlan’s flat. It was already late dusk, and Coghlan had just gotten back from the American College, where he taught physics. He relaxed in his chair and waited. He was to meet Laurie later, at the Hotel Petra on the improbably-named Grande Rue de Petra, and hadn’t too much time to spare; but he was intrigued by the unexpected guests he had found wait­ing for him when he arrived. Duval, the Frenchman, haggard and frantic with impatience; Lieutenant Ghalil, calm and pa­tient and impressive in the uniform of the Istanbul Police Department. Ghalil had introduced himself with perfect courtesy and explained that he had come with M. Duval to ask for in­formation which only Mr. Coghlan, of the American College, could possibly give.

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