William Brooke, a young Englishman, had been living an uneventful life up to the moment he agreed to go to Pakistan, for a business firm, to find out what had happened to an old and admired friend. Brooke’s assignment was to stay at the Grand Hotel in Karachi, to keep his eyes open–and if need be, to bring the friend back to London, whether he wanted to come or not.Karachi and ultimately the less inhabited regions of Pakistan were strange, almost unbelievable, to the newly arrived Brooke. His fellow guests at the hotel were an odd and sinister lot, and Brooke became really troubled when he discovered that everywhere he went a quiet man in a yellow turban followed him.
