The Mamur Zapt and the Girl in Nile. Michael Pearce

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      First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers in 1991

      Copyright © Michael Pearce 1992

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      This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

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      Source ISBN: 9780008259396

      Ebook Edition © JULY 2017 ISBN: 9780008257248

      Version: 2017-09-04

      CONTENTS

       Cover

       Title Page

       Copyright

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

       Chapter 4

       Chapter 5

       Chapter 6

       Chapter 7

       Chapter 8

       Chapter 9

       Chapter 10

       Chapter 11

       Chapter 12

       Chapter 13

       Footnote

       Keep Reading

       About the Author

       Also By

       About the Publisher

CHAPTER 1

      ‘But,’ said Owen, ‘where is the body?’

      ‘Ah yes,’ said the watchman, rubbing one horny foot up and down his shin.

      ‘Ah yes,’ said the corporal, shuffling uneasily:

      Owen waited.

      ‘Well,’ said the corporal at last, looking out over the river to where a low mud shoal raised its back above the water, grey and wrinkled like a hippopotamus, ‘it was there.’

      ‘Well,’ said Owen, ‘it’s not there now.’

      It had been a long, hot, fruitless morning. And now this!

      He boiled over.

      ‘If this is some joke—’

      The watchman looked as if he was about to burst into tears.

      ‘But, effendi, it was there, I saw it.’

      ‘Or thought you did.’

      ‘Foolish man!’ said the corporal, swiftly switching sides. ‘It was all a dream.’

      He gave the watchman a push. The watchman pushed him back.

      ‘It was no dream!’ he insisted. ‘I saw it with my own two eyes. A woman, on the sandbank.’

      ‘A woman!’ said the corporal. ‘There, what did I tell you! It is time you got another wife, Abu. Then you would stop having these foolish dreams.’

      ‘I saw it plainly. On the sandbank.’

      ‘You saw something plainly,’ said Owen.

      ‘It was a woman,’ insisted the watchman doggedly.

      ‘A heap of camel dung!’ scoffed the corporal.

      ‘In the middle of the river?’ said the watchman angrily.

      ‘Anyway,’ said Owen, ‘it’s not there now.’

      ‘It was there.’

      ‘Then what СКАЧАТЬ