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Hilary hoped to avoid having to see the old city of Fez in the depressingcompany of Miss Hetherington. Fortunately the latter was invited by Mrs.
Baker1 to come with her on an expedition by car. Since Mrs. Baker made itclear that she was going to pay for the car, Miss Hetherington, whose trav-elling allowance was dwindling2 in an alarming manner, accepted withavidity. Hilary, after inquiry3 at the desk, was supplied with a guide, andset forth4 to see the city of Fez.
They started from the terrace, going down through the succession of ter-raced gardens until they reached an enormous door in the wall at the bot-tom. The guide produced a key of mammoth5 proportions, unlocked thedoor which swung slowly open, and motioned Hilary to pass through.
It was like stepping into another world. All about her were the walls ofold Fez. Narrow winding6 streets, high walls, and occasionally, through adoorway, a glimpse of an interior or a courtyard, and moving all aroundher were laden7 donkeys, men with their burdens, boys, women veiled andunveiled, the whole busy secret life of this Moorish8 city. Wanderingthrough the narrow streets she forgot everything else, her mission, thepast tragedy of her life, even herself. She was all eyes and ears, living andwalking in a dream world. The only annoyance9 was the guide who talkedunceasingly, and urged her into various establishments into which shehad no particular wish to go.
“You look, lady. This man have very nice things, very cheap, really old,really Moorish. He have gowns and silks. You like very nice beads10?”
The eternal commerce of East selling to West went on, but it hardly dis-turbed the charm for Hilary. She soon lost all sense of place or direction.
Here within this walled city she had little idea of whether she was walkingnorth or south or whether she were retracing11 her steps over the samestreets through which she had already passed. She was quite exhaustedwhen the guide made his final suggestion, which was evidently part of theroutine.
“I take you very nice house, now, very superior. Friends of mine. Youhave mint tea there and they show you plenty lovely things.”
Hilary recognized the well-known gambit which Mrs. Calvin Baker haddescribed. However, she was willing to see, or be taken to see, anythingthat was suggested. Tomorrow, she promised herself, she would come intothe Old City alone and wander around without a guide chattering12 by herelbow. So she allowed herself to be guided through a gateway13 and up awinding path climbing up more or less outside the city walls. They arrivedat last at a garden surrounding an attractive house built in native style.
Here in a big room with a fine view out over the city, she was urged tosit down at a small coffee table. In due course glasses of mint tea werebrought. To Hilary who did not like sugar with her tea, it was somewhat ofan ordeal14 to drink it. But by banishing15 the idea of tea from her mind, andmerely thinking of it as a new kind of lemonade, she managed almost toenjoy it. She enjoyed, too, being shown rugs and beads and draperies, em-broideries and various other things. She made one or two small purchasesmore out of good manners than for any other reason. The indefatigableguide then said:
“I have a car ready now and take you very nice short drive. One hour,not more, see very beautiful scenery and country. And then back to hotel.”
He added, assuming a suitable discreet16 expression, “This girl here, shetake you first to very nice ladies’ toilet.”
The girl who had served the tea was standing17 by them smiling, and saidat once in careful English:
“Yes, yes, Madame. You come with me. We have very fine toilet, oh veryfine. Just like the Ritz Hotel. Same as in New York or Chicago. You see!”
Smiling a little, Hilary followed the girl. The toilet hardly rose to theheights claimed for it, but it did at least have running water. There was awashbasin and a small cracked mirror which had such distorting propor-tions that Hilary almost shrank back in alarm at the sight of her own face.
When she had washed and dried her hands, which she did on her ownhandkerchief, not much caring for the appearance of the towel, she turnedto leave.
In some way, however, the door of the toilet appeared to have stuck. Sheturned and rattled18 the handle unavailingly. It would not move. Hilarywondered whether it had been bolted or locked from the outside. Shegrew angry. What was the idea of shutting her in there? Then she noticedthat there was another door in a corner of the room. Going to it she turnedthe handle. This time the door opened easily enough. She passed through.
She found herself in a small eastern-looking room with light that cameonly from slits19 high in the wall. Sitting there on a low divan20, smoking, wasthe little Frenchman she had met in the train, M. Henri Laurier.

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