The Mamur Zapt and the Donkey-Vous. Michael Pearce
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Contents
Owen arrived at the hotel shortly afterwards.
McPhee came down the steps of the terrace to meet him.
‘Thank goodness you’re here!’ he said.
A cobra stretched lazily in the dirt at the foot of the steps stirred slightly. McPhee paused in his descent for a second and in that second its charmer thrust out a bowl at him. McPhee, flustered, dropped in a few milliemes.
‘For heaven’s sake!’ protested Owen. ‘You’ll have them all on to us!’
The crowd surged over them. Hands reached out at McPhee from all sides. Owen found his own hand taken in soft, confiding fingers and looked down to see who his new friend was. It was a large, dog-faced baboon with grey chinchilla-like fur.
‘Imshi! Imshi! Get off!’ shouted McPhee, recovering. One of his constables came down from the terrace and beat back the crowd with his baton. In the yard or two of space so gained a street acrobat in red tights suddenly turned a cartwheel. He cannoned heavily, however, into the snake-charmer and ricocheted off into a row of donkeys tethered to the railings, where he was chased off by indignant donkey-boys. Taking advantage of the confusion, Owen joined McPhee on the steps.
‘What’s it all about?’
‘You got my message?’
‘You’d better tell me.’
McPhee had sent a bearer. The man had run all the way and arrived in such a state of incoherence that all Owen had been able to get out of him was that the Bimbashi was at Shepheard’s and needed Owen urgently.
‘A kidnapping,’ said McPhee.
‘Here?’ Owen was surprised. Kidnapping was not uncommon in Cairo but it did not usually involve foreigners. ‘Someone from the hotel?’
‘A Frenchman.’
‘Are you sure it was a kidnapping?’ said Owen doubtfully. ‘They don’t usually take tourists. Has there been a note?’
‘Not yet,’ McPhee admitted.
‘It could be something else, then.’
‘That’s what I thought,’ said McPhee, ‘at first.’
‘If it’s just that he’s gone missing,’ said Owen, ‘there could be a variety of explanations’.
‘It’s not just that he’s gone missing,’ said McPhee, ‘it’s where he’s gone missing from.’
He took Owen up to the top of the steps and pointed to a table a couple of yards into the terrace. The table was empty apart from a few tea-things. A proud constable guarded it jealously.
‘That’s where he was sitting when he disappeared.’
‘Disappeared?’ said Owen sceptically.
‘Into thin air!’
‘Surely,’ said Owen, trying not to sound too obviously patient, ‘people don’t just disappear.’
‘One moment he was sitting there and the next he wasn’t.’
‘Well,’ said Owen, and felt he really was overdoing the patience, ‘perhaps he just walked down the steps.’
‘He couldn’t do that.’
‘Oh?