Ahmed relaxed on a pile of cushions and kept falling asleep. Marilyn kept waking him to ask him questions. For a genie, Ahmed seemed remarkably untalented. He explained regretfully that he couldn’t make himself or his horses invisible, and he couldn’t cause locked doors to fling open. “I haven’t learned to do all those sorts of things yet.” “Well, what about calling up another horse that you can win a race on?” Marilyn demanded. “None are as fast as Caliph, and I have no surety of winning on any other horse.” “So that’s that!” Marilyn said, letting Ahmed fall asleep again. “We have to concentrate on stealing Caliph, and anyway, it isn’t really stealing.” “We will still have to return him to the Pound before the Ranger discovers he’s missing, before we collect him again,” Allie reminded them. “This is all getting too complicated,”
