from previous--

--he  looked  into  the  hand  mirror  he  had  asked  shahin to  get  him with his  tea, looking  at  the  papers  and  he  knew  he  was sajad  hasan  , thirty  five , matching  his  image  in the  mirror  with  the  document picture  he  saw  his  face  was the  same  , not  extraordinary  handsome  yet  good  enough  rather  well built  and  long, shahin  watched  him  critically  , did  he  not  remember  anything, he  pressed  his  mind  a  flash  of  the  little  girl, he  was  looking  at  the  back  seat there  was  nobody, where  his  wife  must  have  been in the  next  seat  was  also  vacant, the  steam  was  rising  with  smoke  from the  car  bonnet, he  felt  some  thing  trickling  from his  forehead, touching  the  spot  he  found  he  was  bleeding  and  the  flash  was  gone