The Snake-Catcher’s Daughter. Michael Pearce

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      First published in Great Britain in 1994

      Copyright © Michael Pearce 1994

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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: 9780008259433

      Ebook Edition © JULY 2017 ISBN: 9780007485055

      Version: 2017-08-30

      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

       Keep Reading

       About the Author

       Also by Michael Pearce

       About the Publisher

1

      One evening when Owen got home he found a girl in his bed.

      ‘Hello!’ he said. ‘What’s this?’

      ‘I’m a present,’ she said.

      ‘Who from?’

      ‘We can go into details later.’

      ‘A member of the British Administration is not allowed to accept presents,’ he said, stuffily.

      And not altogether honestly. For the Mamur Zapt, Head of Cairo’s Secret Police, was not, strictly speaking, a member of the British Administration but a member of the Egyptian Administration; and whereas the British, under Cromer’s strait-laced regime had not been allowed to accept bribes, the Khedive’s servants had always taken a more relaxed view.

      ‘All the world knows about your Zeinab,’ said the girl, pouting.

      Owen rather hoped that all the world did not know about Zeinab and was more than a little surprised that the girl did.

      ‘Ah, yes, but she is not a present.’

      ‘I don’t need to stay a present,’ said the girl.

      ‘Off you go!’

      ‘Like this?’ demanded the girl, pulling the sheet back. Underneath she was completely naked.

      ‘If that’s the way you came.’

      The girl, rather sulkily, rose from the bed and picked up a dress that was lying across a chair. A European dress, but was she European? Such questions were on the whole unprofitable in cosmopolitan Cairo. A Levantine, say, and a beautiful one.

      Owen began to wonder if perhaps he should make more of an effort to get to the bottom of this attempt to bribe him. Bottom, as a matter of fact, was exactly what he was contemplating just at this moment …

      ‘Oh yes?’ said Zeinab belligerently when he told her.

      ‘Oh yes?’ said Garvin, the Commandant of the Cairo Police Force, sceptically.

      ‘Oh yes?’ said everyone in the bar when he happened to mention it. ‘What happened next?’

      ‘She put on her veil and left,’ said Owen with a firmness which did not altogether, unfortunately, dampen speculation.