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The tailor arrived three days later. The servants brought in a sewing machine and bales of cloth, and the tailor followed, carrying a plump leather bag that turned out to be stuffed with bobbins of thread and all manner of buttons and lining material and other odds and ends. He was perhaps thirty-five, with a pleasant, though nervous, smile and a dark-skinned face too deeply lined for his years. To Quinn’s surprise, his English was excellent. He set the bag down and chose a corner for the sewing machine, and then came over and held out his hand.
“My name is Tarek,” he said. “I will be your tailor. I am very pleased to meet you.”
Quinn and Hamada showed him around the lab, and Tarek was extremely interested in all the machinery, asking how each item worked and kneeling to peer into inn
