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The Face in the Cemetery

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2019
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‘That’s good. Yes, that will help. Do you happen to know his name?’

He wrote it down.

‘I’ll contact him directly and ask him to keep us informed.’

He hesitated.

‘But, you know …’

‘He really is good, I can assure you.’

‘Yes. Yes, I’m sure.’ He hesitated again. ‘But, you know, these are rather special times, and it would be so easy for things to slip.’

‘He won’t let them slip, believe me.’

‘No, no. Perhaps not.’ He hesitated again and then went on resolutely. ‘But, you know, in normal times one would have the extra guarantee, in the case of non-Egyptian nationals, that the Mamur Zapt was keeping an eye on things.’

‘I’ll keep an eye on things, if you want.’

‘Yes. Thank you.’

He looked down at his notes. He seemed a decent enough man. This kind of thing was trying and it must be particularly difficult when they weren’t even of your own nationality. Owen got up and went to the earthenware jug, covered with a towel, which stood in the window, as in all Cairo offices, and poured him some water. The air coming through the slats of the blinds was supposed to cool the water. He had an uneasy feeling that today the heat was winning. He returned and gave it to the man.


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