Egypt -- Fiction; Mystery and detective stories; Short stories
There was a gentle finality in his manner to which I succumbed. My
feelings towards this mysterious being had undergone a slight change;
and whilst I cannot truthfully say that I loved him as a brother,
a certain respect for Abû Tabâh was taking possession of my mind. I
began to understand his reputation with the natives; beyond doubt his
uncanny wisdom was impressive; his lofty dignity awed. And no man is
at his best arrayed in canvas shoes, very dirty drill trousers, and
a pyjama jacket.
As I had anticipated, the village of Méydûm proved to be our
destination, and the gait of the magnificent creatures upon which we
were mounted was exhausting. I shall always remember that moonlight
ride across the desert to the palm groves of Méydûm. I entered the
house of the Sheikh with misgivings; for my attire fell short of the
ideal to which every representative of protective Britain looks up,
but often fails to realize.
In a _mandarah_, part of it inlaid with fine mosaic and boasting a
pretty fountain, I was presented to the imposing old man who was
evidently the host of Abû Tabâh. Ere taking my seat upon the _dîwan_,
I shed my canvas shoes, in accordance with custom, accepted a pipe and
a cup of excellent coffee, and awaited with much curiosity the next
development. A brief colloquy between Abû Tabâh and the Sheikh, at the
further end of the apartment resulted in the disappearance of the
Sheikh and the approach of my mysterious friend.
"Because, although you are not a Moslem, you are a man of culture and
understanding," said Abû Tabâh, "I have ordered that my sister shall
be brought into your presence."
"That is exceedingly good of you," I said, but indeed I knew it to be
an honor which spoke volumes at once for Abû Tabâh's enlightenment and
good opinion of myself.
"She is a virgin of great beauty," he continued; "and the excellence
of her mind exceeds the perfection of her person."
"I congratulate you," I answered politely, "upon the possession of a
sister in every way so desirable."
Abû Tabâh inclined his head in a characteristic gesture of gentle
courtesy.
"Allah has indeed blessed my house," he admitted; "and because your
mind is filled with conjectures respecting the source of certain
information which you know me to possess, I desire that the matter
shall be made clear to you."
How I should have answered this singular man I know not; but as he
spoke the words, into the _mandarah_ came the Sheikh, followed by a
girl robed and veiled entirely in white. With gait slow and graceful
she approached the _dîwan_. She wore a white _yelek_ so closely
wrapped about her that it concealed the rest of her attire, and a
white _tarbar_, or head-veil, decorated with gold embroidery, almost
entirely concealed her hair, save for one jet-black plait in which
little gold ornaments were entwined and which hung down on the left of
her forehead. A white _yashmak_ reached nearly to her feet, which were
clad in little red leather slippers.
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