Egypt -- Fiction; Mystery and detective stories; Short stories
Abû Tabâh performed his curiously Gallic shrug of the shoulders--and
pointed, with his ebony cane, to my pinioned arms. In a trice the
Nubians fell back, and I was free. The infuriated old man directed
upon me a glance that was bloodily ferocious, but--
"O persons of little piety," I said, "is it thus that a true Moslem
rewards the generous impulse and the meritorious deed? To-night a
damsel in distress, flying from a brutal captor, solicited my aid.
I was treacherously assaulted ere I could escort her to a place of
safety, and all but murdered by the man who would appear to be that
damsel's natural protector. Alas, I fear to contemplate what may have
befallen her as a result of such vile and foolish conduct."
Abû Tabâh slightly inclined his body resting his slim, ivory hands
upon his cane; his face remained perfectly tranquil as he listened to
this correct, though misleading statement; but--
"Ah!" cried the old man of the scimitar, adopting an unpleasant,
crouching attitude, "perjured liar that thou art! Did I not see with
mine own eyes how she embraced thee? O, son of a mange, that I should
have lived to have witnessed so obscene a spectacle. Not content with
despoiling me of this jewel of my _harêm_, thou dost parade her
abandonment and my shame in the public highways of Cairo!..."
In vain Abû Tabâh strove to check this tirade. Step by step the Sheikh
approached closer; syllable by syllable his voice rose higher.
"What!" he shrieked, "is it for this that I have offered five thousand
English pounds to whomsoever shall restore her to me! Faugh! I spit
upon her memory!--and though I pursue thee to the Mountains of the
Moon, across the Bridge Es-Sîrat, and through the valley of Gahennam,
lo! my hour will come to slay thee, noisome offal!"
He ceased from lack of breath, and stood quivering before me. But at
last I had grasped the clue to this imbroglio into which fate had
thrust me.
"O misguided man," I replied, "grief hath upset thine intelligence.
Again I tell thee that I sought to deliver the damsel from her
persecutor, and, perceiving an ambush, she clung to me as her only
protector. Thou are demented. Let another earn the paltry reward;
I will have none of it."
I turned to Abû Tabâh, addressing him in English.
"Relieve me of the society of this infatuated old ruffian," I said,
"and accompany me to some place where I can quietly explain what I
know of the matter."
"Assuredly I will accompany you to such a spot," he answered suavely;
"for whilst, knowing your character, I do not believe you to be the
abductor of the damsel Mizmûna, a warrant to search your house was
issued an hour ago, on a charge of _hashish_ smuggling!"
IV
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