Mauping—mystic heart of the Orient!”Julian Barclay grinned derisively as he indicated a cluster of rooftops glinting in the afternoon sun. Eager to see her journey’s end, Vivien leaned forward in her seat and studied the aerial view. From this height and distance, Mauping looked little more than a sprawling village.“What are those white domes?” she asked, catching sight of what looked rather like three huge glistening meringues.Julian peered over her shoulder.“Aha, that’s the sultan’s palace. The largest dome marks the harem where he keeps his fifty beautiful wives safely under lock and key!”“Really? But I thought...”His mouth quivered, and she saw that he was teasing her.“Sorry to disappoint you,” he said, grinning. “Actually, the domes are a misguided attempt to glamorize Mauping station.”The aircraft began to turn in a wide circle, and the town was hidden from view. Unlike the B.O.A.C. Stratocruiser, this Malayan Airways Dakota was not air-conditioned, and the atmosphere in the cabin was as close and moist as a hothouse.
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