The Mingrelian Conspiracy. Michael Pearce
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Название: The Mingrelian Conspiracy

Автор: Michael Pearce

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Зарубежные детективы

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СКАЧАТЬ Egyptians, as well as upper-class Egyptians, tended to speak French more readily than they did English. Many of them had been to France for their education. Mahmoud El Zaki had not. He had done all his training in the Khedivial School of Law. The Egyptian legal system, however, was heavily based on the French and the whole legal culture was strongly French.

      ‘That’s right,’ said Owen. ‘It’s a Welsh regiment.’

      ‘I’m surprised you keep them together,’ said the Egyptian. ‘Isn’t there the risk of rebellion?’

      ‘No, no, no. It’s not like that. The English conquest of Wales was so long ago that most people have forgotten it. Well, almost.’

      The Egyptian was not entirely convinced.

      ‘There seemed to me to be animosity,’ he said. ‘Those other men were English, yes? An English regiment?’

      ‘Some Cornishmen might dispute it, but yes. The conquest of Cornwall was even longer ago than the conquest of Wales.’

      The Egyptian shook his head in wonderment.

      ‘I thought the British were all the same,’ he said. ‘Of course, I knew that you were from the Pays de Galles. You had told me. But I had thought that you were an exception. British is not English, then?’

      ‘Oh, no. It is Welsh and Scottish and Irish and –’

      ‘Cornish?’

      ‘If you go far enough back. And other things as well.’

      The Egyptian looked thoughtful.

      ‘It sounds like Cairo to me.’ He glanced at his watch. ‘Look,’ he said, ‘I won’t take up your time now. Why don’t we have a coffee somewhere? Sidi Hassim’s, in an hour’s time?’

      The trouble with the Cairo late-night café culture was that after the evening came the morning. Sleeping outside in the garden, because of the heat, Owen habitually awoke with the sun, no matter what time he’d gone to bed the night before. The result was that he’d normally passed his peak for the day by about nine, which was, of course, when the committees usually began, and after that it was all downhill. This morning he was present in the flesh but fragile in the spirit.

      ‘We’re always having meetings,’ he complained to Paul.

      ‘Yes, I know,’ said Paul, ‘and we could do without this one. However, a formal request has come in, or is about to come in, from Captain Shearer which, I think, needs discussion.’

      ‘Hasn’t it come in yet?’ said the major, equally fed up at having to be present. ‘If it’s not come in, why not wait until it does?’

      ‘Because that would rule out some of the options open to us.’

      ‘Such as?’

      ‘Not putting in a formal request.’

      ‘The Army does not change its mind,’ said Shearer stiffly.

      ‘Keeping it informal, you mean?’ asked the major. ‘Well, that’s usually best. Keep things off paper.’

      ‘I agree with you in principle, sir,’ said Shearer. ‘In fact, that’s exactly what I tried to do last night. Only this other Johnny said that things had already got past that stage.’

      ‘Who is the other Johnny?’ asked Paul.

      ‘Mahmoud,’ said Owen.

      ‘Mahmoud El Zaki? The Parquet’s already involved? This makes it more difficult.’

      ‘Presumably there was a complaint,’ said Owen.

      ‘Actually,’ said McPhee, Deputy Commandant of the Cairo Police, present this morning, ‘there were two.’

      ‘And they’ve assigned an officer already? That’s pretty quick off the mark!’

      ‘I think they’ve got a duty-officer system,’ said Owen, ‘and Mahmoud was probably the lawyer on duty. Anyone else would have left it till morning.’

      ‘It had to be Mahmoud!’ said Paul, vexed.

      ‘Difficult man, eh?’ said the major.

      ‘That was certainly my impression last night, sir,’ said Shearer.

      ‘Difficult?’ said Paul. ‘No. Conscientious.’ He turned to Owen. ‘You know Mahmoud,’ he said. ‘It was only last night. They can hardly have got started. Do you think that there’s any chance – ?’

      ‘No,’ said Owen. ‘He’ll see it as a matter of principle.’

      ‘Well, it is a matter of principle,’ said Shearer. ‘Does the Army come under Egyptian law?’

      ‘Can’t have that!’ said the major, aghast.

      ‘I absolutely agree, sir,’ said Shearer. ‘And therefore I think the issue must be faced. Settle it once and for all. That was exactly my thinking last night. If the Johnnies want it formal, then let them have it formal; and see if they like the consequences!’

      ‘Hear, hear!’ said the major.

      ‘Look,’ said Paul, ‘the only way we get by in Egypt is by not facing issues. We take damned good care to see that issues are not faced.’

      ‘Chickening out!’ said Shearer contemptuously.

      ‘Damned shillyshallying!’ said the major.

      ‘And this is for a very good reason,’ said Paul; ‘the ground we stand on is shaky.’

      ‘Not while the Army’s here!’ said Shearer.

      ‘By God, no!’ said the major.

      ‘I’m thinking of the formal, legal grounds by which we justify our presence here.’

      ‘Well,’ said Shearer, ‘I don’t think we need to think too much about that. We’re here, aren’t we?’

      ‘It’s a question of how we appear in the eyes of other countries.’

      ‘Other countries!’ said the major dismissively.

      ‘I agree, sir,’ said Shearer. ‘The Army will look after that!’

      ‘One of the complaints,’ said McPhee, ‘came from the Russian Chargé.’

      ‘Russian Chargé!’ said Paul.

      ‘Apparently the soldiers assaulted him.’

      ‘God Almighty!’ said Paul. ‘It’s already an international incident!’

      ‘Gentlemen. We should not lose our heads –’ began Shearer.

      ‘Heads?’ said Paul. ‘Heads? And what do you think will happen to yours when the Commander-in-Chief, СКАЧАТЬ