I finally decided upon ambush. I hurried on ahead along her route and found a suitable doorway. There I stood, waiting. She passed on the other side of the road. Next night there were too many other people on the pavement between her and me. Night after night, I lurked there and she went by, chatting with other typists or lads, or else too far distant. As a result I always had to run to catch the 5.17. This went on for weeks..
    And then the chance came. I shivered in my doorway as I saw her approach, with just one of the other typists from company, coming right along my side of the footpath, directly into my trap. She saw me there, as she often did, and smiled, and then, good god!, she stopped directly in front of me.
 “Hullo Zed,” she beamed. “I’ve often wondered why you are always here.”
 “....” I said. 

   Panic constricted my throat. There were no sounds available to me, even if I had been able to think of any actual words.
 “Waiting for someone are you?” she asked, while the other girl hung around impatiently.
I managed to nod.
 “I see. Well, good,” she said, and then continued on her way.

Escape from Zahrain is a rather odd film, to say the least. Generally unregarded but I rather enjoyed it. It tells of how an odd bunch of Westerners help an Arab freedom fighter escape a corrupt oil-rich country. Yul Brynner plays the escapee as someone who will plainly go on to be an Osama Bin Laden type - it's amazing how our values change - which might have been fore-seen by James Mason who has a prominent but ineffectual role and had his name removed from the credits.