The Mamur Zapt and the Spoils of Egypt. Michael Pearce
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Название: The Mamur Zapt and the Spoils of Egypt
Автор: Michael Pearce
Издательство: HarperCollins
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isbn: 9780007485031
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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers 1992
Copyright © Michael Pearce 1992
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CONTENTS
A tall, thin, angular woman came through the door of the hotel.
Immediately a hand was thrust up at her. It was holding something grey, crumbly and rubbery—rather like old fish—from which a faint aroma arose.
‘What is this?’ she said, sniffing suspiciously.
‘Real mummy!’ said the voice behind the hand. ‘Genuine mummy flesh! Only ten piastres!’
‘Thank you, no!’ said the woman firmly.
Her initial hesitation, however, proved fatal. In a moment they were all round her. Other hands pushed out brandishing bits of bandage (mummy linen), bits of wood (mummy coffin), bright blue saucers straight from the tombs (well, near them, at any rate), genuine old scarab beetles (and some of them were), little wooden images of the gods, little clay images of scribes (such is our fate), little plaques of rough clay engraved with religious images and little coloured wooden Ships of the Dead.
She tried to brush past.
Something was held up in front of her to block her way. It was a mummified arm, complete with fingers.
As she recoiled, a voice said: ‘For you, Madame, for you!’
‘I don’t think so.’
‘For you especially!’ the man insisted.
‘Thank you, no.’
A young man in a white European suit and a fez came through the door behind her and at once released a torrent of Arabic so impressive that even the hardened owners of the hands were taken aback. The porters lounging at the doorway, shaken, rushed forward and chivvied them from the terrace.
‘Why, thank you, Mr Trevelyan!’ said the lady in a cool American voice. ‘You come to my rescue yet again!’
The young man bowed.
‘A pleasure, Miss Skinner.’
He looked up and saw the man sitting on the terrace.
‘Gareth!’ he said. ‘This is a bit of luck!’
Owen had just been thinking how nice it was to see so many old swindlers of his acquaintance back in town, only that day arrived from Upper Egypt where they had been passing the winter selling СКАЧАТЬ