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A ROAD runs past the brick kilns on the southern fringe of Teheran. High red chimneys rise from the plain, black smoke drifting from their tops. The red and black earth is piled up in mounds, torn among hillocks of black ash and stone, clay and rubble. Here and there among the square, earth-plastered kilns are the hovels and dug-outs of the opium addicts and the wild vagrants. It is a savage place.
Captain Mahmud of the Teheran Police walked slowly away from the man's body lying in the shadow of the kiln., He stood in the...
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A ROAD runs past the brick kilns on the southern fringe of Teheran. High red chimneys rise from the plain, black smoke drifting from their tops. The red and black earth is piled up in mounds, torn among hillocks of black ash and stone, clay and rubble. Here and there among the square, earth-plastered kilns are the hovels and dug-outs of the opium addicts and the wild vagrants. It is a savage place.
Captain Mahmud of the Teheran Police walked slowly away from the man's body lying in the shadow of the kiln., He stood in the road and took a cigarette from a rumpled paper packet.
His sergeant, a man of fifty, said, 'I have nev^^seen this before, Captain, a man strangled with barbed wire. Why was this method used?'
'To find out how much he had talked, perhaps.'
'One of the people from this place?'
'No. He was brought here.' .
He looked down at the tyre marks at the edge of the road.
'Still, it is barbaric,! the sergeant said.
The captain glariced at him. The place frightened people. Even the workmen who fired^the ^ns l^ere were uncomfortable and came to work uriwillingly, since aU this h^d^ faeen a burying-place, and the clay being dug and moui
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