The Reproductive System (Gollancz SF Library) - Plot & Excerpts
‘This puts me in an embarrassing position,’ he said, sighing kif smoke behind his bejewelled hand. ‘You see, M’sieur Suggs, I do not officially even know of the French mission in this city. How can I give you the information you seek? If you used it, my reputation with the French might be—as you say—battered? I might lose friends, influence—and for what?’ ‘You must help us,’ Suggs said grimly. ‘Give us the name of their man, at least. I know you know it; Haroun knows everything that goes on in Marrakech.’ Al Raschid leaned back slightly, his fat mouth rounding in a moue of disavowel. ‘You flatter me, M’sieur.’ The tight linen of his suit prevented him from sprawling on the low couch, as he so obviously wished to do; it was with great effort that he moved in any direction, even to reach for his mint tea. ‘I tell you, it is in my mind to help you, M’sieur Suggs, as a friend helps a friend. But—I do not know. The risk is great.’ ‘You must know something of use.’ The CIA man tried to hold his breath whenever a whiff of kif smoke came near, but now he leaned across the low brass table and spoke in an earnest whisper.
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