He had seen another camel a few days earlier. He was wearing his own suit. They had removed the bandages and taken out the stitches and he could move relatively freely. The only thing that was still difficult was going to the toilet. There was a knock at the door and he turned to see who it was. The doctor and nurse never knocked, and nor did the cleaning lady or the man who came to mend the WC that was always going wrong. Nobody entered but the knock came again. Jensen went over to the door and opened it. Outside stood a small, grey-haired man in a dark blue suit and black felt hat. He had glasses and was carrying a black briefcase. The man immediately took off his hat and said: ‘Inspector Jensen?’ ‘Yes.’ It was the first word he had spoken since reaching the airport three months earlier. He thought his voice sounded husky and alien. ‘I’ve got a message for you. May I come in?’ What the man said was grammatically correct, but he had a slight accent. Jensen stepped aside.
