The Mingrelian Conspiracy. Michael Pearce

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      First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers 1995

      Copyright © Michael Pearce 1995

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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: 9780008259426

      Ebook Edition © JUNE 2017 ISBN: 9780008257255

      Version: 2017-08-31

      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

      ‘Once upon a time there was a woman called Rice Pudding and –’

      ‘One moment,’ said the Chief of the Secret Police: ‘Rice Pudding?’

      ‘Yes. And one day she was sitting at her window –’

      ‘Rice Pudding?’ said the Chief of Police warningly.

      ‘It was a long time ago,’ said the storyteller defensively.

      ‘Very well. Proceed.’

      ‘And suddenly she saw, down in the street below, a dervish looking very important and wearing round his neck a huge necklace made of the spouts off clay water jars strung together like beads. “What do you have for sale?” she called down to him. “Names,” he said. “How much does a name cost?” “A hundred piastres.” Now –’

      ‘Perhaps you could just tell me,’ suggested the Chief of Police, ‘where you had got to?’

      ‘He had got to the bit,’ said one of the bystanders helpfully, ‘when she had lost her new name and a blind man had found it and tied it up in a sack –’

      ‘Hey!’ said the storyteller angrily. ‘Who’s telling the story? You or me?’

      ‘And was just about to carry it up the stairs –’

      ‘When Mustapha cried out,’ said the constable excitedly, unable to keep quiet any longer.

      ‘Mustapha?’ said the Chief of the Secret Police, who was having difficulties.

      ‘From inside the café! I heard him!’

      ‘Mustapha is the man who was injured?’

      ‘That’s right, Effendi! While we were listening to the story.’

      ‘And I heard the cry,’ said the constable. ‘Oh, Effendi, it was a terrible cry! So I rushed at once into the café –’

      ‘No, you didn’t!’ objected someone.

      ‘Ahmed, are you looking for trouble?’

      ‘I’m only saying you didn’t rush in. You stayed right where you were.’

      ‘We all did,’ said someone СКАЧАТЬ