Название: The Fig Tree Murder
Автор: Michael Pearce
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современная зарубежная литература
isbn: 9780007485451
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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers 1997
Copyright © Michael Pearce 1996
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Contents
‘It’s called the Tree of the Virgin,’ said McPhee.
‘Virgin?’ said Owen.
‘After the Holy Mother,’ said McPhee severely.
‘Oh.’
‘It’s a sycamore, actually. Not, of course, a sycamore as we know it. Our sycamore is a sort of maple. The Egyptian sycamore is a species of fig.’
‘Fascinating!’
He glanced at his watch.
‘Well, if you’ll excuse me—’
‘You will call in on it?’
‘I certainly will.’
He certainly wouldn’t. For he was going to Heliopolis and getting there was difficult enough anyway. The new ‘city’ was five miles north of Cairo and beyond the reach of trams. A road was being built from the British barracks at Abbasiya but was not completed yet. Even if it had been, there would still have been problems. Arabeah, the city’s universal horse-drawn cab? Five miles? In this heat? The Effendi must be mocking. That left Cairo’s normal mode of transport, the donkey. Owen was not enthusiastic.
Consulted, McPhee had suggested the new electric railway.
‘It’s СКАЧАТЬ