The Mamur Zapt and the Girl in Nile. Michael Pearce

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      ‘The Prince phoned Garvin first thing this morning.’

      Garvin was the Commandant of the Cairo Police force. McPhee was his deputy.

      ‘What about the Parquet?’

      ‘We got the report in the ordinary way,’ said Mahmoud. ‘At that stage it was just that a body had been found. I imagine,’ he said to the Prince, ‘that you yourself rang up later?’

      ‘After I had spoken to Garvin.’ The Prince hesitated. ‘You see, I didn’t want this to be … clumsily handled.’

      ‘Oh, of course not!’ said McPhee sympathetically. ‘The poor girl! And the family, of course!’

      ‘Yes. And the Khedivial connection.’

      ‘Of course. Of course.’

      ‘It could be embarrassing, you see. Politically, I mean.’

      ‘For you?’ asked Owen.

      The Prince looked at him coolly.

      ‘For the Khedive. There is no particular reason why it should be. There is nothing, shall I say, to be embarrassed about. But you know what the Press is and people are. It could be used. Turned against the Khedive. Used to discredit him. Would the British Government want that, Captain Owen?’

      ‘Assuredly not. The Khedive is a valued friend and ally.’

      Not only that. He was the façade which concealed the realities of British power in Egypt.

      For while the Khedive was the apparent ruler of Egypt, the country’s real ruler, in 1909, was the British Consul-General. His rule was indirect and unobtrusive. The Khedive had his Prime Minister, his Ministers and his Ministries. But at the top of each Ministry, alongside each Minister, was a British ‘Adviser’ and all the key public posts were occupied by Englishmen.

      Like the Commandant and Deputy Commandant of the Cairo Police.

      Like the Mamur Zapt.

      ‘That’s what the Consul-General thought too,’ said the Prince. ‘I spoke to him this morning.’

      ‘We are to give whatever help we can,’ McPhee told Owen.

      ‘How far does the help extend?’ asked Owen.

      The Prince smiled.

      ‘Not as far as you are evidently supposing,’ he said. ‘I appreciate that someone has died. The matter must be investigated and will be most ably, I am sure, by Mr el Zaki, here. If a crime has been committed—oh, negligence, say—those responsible must be punished. It’s all straight and aboveboard, Captain Owen, and Mr el Zaki’s involvement should be a guarantee of that.’

      ‘I have complete confidence in Mr el Zaki.’

      ‘Quite. But, you see, there is the other dimension too. The political one. The case needs to be handled from that point of view too. It needs to be … managed.’

      ‘I see. And you would like me to provide that management?’

      ‘Who better?’

      Owen could think of lots of people he would prefer to see handling this particular case. Most people, in fact.

      The Prince was watching his face.

      ‘It’s not as bad as all that,’ he said. ‘We’re not asking you to do anything you shouldn’t. It’s mainly a matter of controlling the Press.’

      ‘It’s not easy to control the Press on something like this. It’s bound to get out. In a foreign newspaper, perhaps.’

      In cosmopolitan Cairo with its three principal working languages and at least a dozen other widely used ones people turned as readily to the overseas press as they did to the native one. More readily, for the former wasn’t censored.

      ‘That’s why I spoke of … management.’

      ‘I see.’

      ‘Good!’ said the Prince briskly. ‘Then that’s all sorted out.’

      He looked down at the river bed below him.

      ‘Well,’ he said, ‘I suppose we ought to go down. You’ll be needing an identification.’

      ‘There’s just one thing,’ said Owen.

      ‘Not there?’ said the Prince incredulously.

      ‘Not there?’ echoed McPhee.

      Mahmoud did not say anything but started immediately down the slope.

      By the time they got there he was already talking to the watchman.

      ‘I don’t understand,’ said the Prince. ‘Are you saying that this is all a mistake?’

      ‘A body was reported,’ said Owen.

      ‘A false report?’

      Owen shrugged.

      The watchman fell on his knees.

      ‘It was true, effendi,’ he protested vehemently. ‘I saw it. I swear it. On my father’s …’

      ‘I begin to doubt,’ said the Prince coldly, ‘whether you had a father.’

      The watchman swallowed.

      ‘It was there, effendi,’ he said, pointing to the shoal. ‘There! I swear it.’

      ‘Then where is it?’

      The watchman swallowed again.

      ‘I don’t know, effendi,’ he said weakly. ‘I don’t know.’

      ‘The river, effendi,’ insinuated the corporal sotto voce. ‘It could be the river.’

      Bur the Prince had already turned away.

      ‘This is awkward,’ he said.

      ‘It could have been somebody else,’ said Owen. ‘It needn’t have been the girl.’

      ‘The report was of a woman’s body.’

      ‘Another woman, perhaps.’

      The Prince shrugged.

      ‘Unlikely, I would have thought. Unless you have women’s bodies floating down this part of the river all the time.’

      ‘Oh no, effendi,’ said the corporal hastily.

      ‘Awkward,’ said the Prince again. ‘It would have been much more convenient … Well, it must be somewhere. You’ll have to find it, that’s all.’

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