The Last Cut. Michael Pearce

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      First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers 1998

      Copyright © Michael Pearce 1998

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      This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters

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      Source ISBN: 9780008259495

      Ebook Edition © JULY 2012 ISBN: 9780007400300

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       Praise for Michael Pearce

      ‘This series continues to be the most delightful in current detective fiction’

       Gerald Kaufman, Scotsman

      ‘Pearce … takes apart ancient history and reassembles it with beguiling wit and colour’

       Sunday Times

      ‘Irresistible fun’

       Time Out

      ‘The Mamur Zapt’s sly, irreverent humour continues to refresh the parts others seldom reach’

       Observer

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      ‘It will be for the last time,’ said Garvin, the Commandant of Police.

      ‘It seems a pity,’ said the Kadi’s representative, ‘after a thousand years.’

      ‘Oh, more than that,’ said McPhee, the Deputy Commandant. ‘The rites almost certainly antedate the Arab invasion. The ancient Egyptians –’

      ‘Yes, well, thank you,’ said Garvin. ‘That all?’

      ‘There’s the question of the gravediggers,’ said the young man from the Consulate.

      ‘Gravediggers?’

      ‘Yes. The ones who actually make the cut. It’s either the Muslim gravediggers or the Jews. This year it’s the Jews.’

      ‘Well, then –’

      ‘Yes, but it falls on their Sabbath this year.’

      ‘Okay, let the Muslim gravediggers do it, then.’

      ‘They won’t like that!’

      ‘The Muslims?’

      ‘No, the Jews. It’s their turn.’

      ‘Yes, but they won’t do it on the Sabbath, I thought you said?’

      ‘Well, they will do it if they’re told to. And if they get paid extra.’

      There was a little silence.

      ‘I suppose I could get the Old Man to talk to the Finance Department.’

      ‘And I could get the Kadi to talk to the Khedive and get him to tell them.’

      ‘That all settled, then? Nothing else?’ asked Garvin. ‘Right, Mamur Zapt, the rest is up to you.’

      As they got up from the table, McPhee said:

      ‘They used to sacrifice a maiden, you know.’

      ‘Nonsense!’ said the Kadi’s representative. ‘That’s just a myth. Anyway, it was the Christians.’

      ‘That’s a myth, too,’ said the representative of the Copts hastily. ‘You can’t blame it on us. The Canal wasn’t built till the Arabs came.’

      ‘The rite may be older,’ said McPhee. ‘It almost certainly dates back to the Pharaohs.’

      ‘Let’s blame them, then,’ said the young man from the Consulate, picking up his papers. ‘At