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âIt will be for the last time,â said Garvin, the Commandant of Police.
âIt seems a pity,â said the Kadiâs representative, âafter a thousand years.â
âOh, more than that,â said McPhee, the Deputy Commandant. âThe rites almost certainly antedate the Arab invasion. The ancient Egyptians ââ
âYes, well, thank you,â said Garvin. âThat all?â
âThereâs the question of the gravediggers,â said the young man from the Consulate.
âGravediggers?â
âYes. The ones who actually make the cut. Itâs either the Muslim gravediggers or the Jews. This year itâs the Jews.â
âWell, then ââ
âYes, but it falls on their Sabbath this year.â
âOkay, let the Muslim gravediggers do it, then.â
âThey wonât like that!â
âThe Muslims?â
âNo, the Jews. Itâs their turn.â
âYes, but they wonât do it on the Sabbath, I thought you said?â
âWell, they will do it if theyâre told to. And if they get paid extra.â
There was a little silence.
âI suppose I could get the Old Man to talk to the Finance Department.â
âAnd I could get the Kadi to talk to the Khedive and get him to tell them.â
âThat all settled, then? Nothing else?â asked Garvin. âRight, Mamur Zapt, the rest is up to you.â
As they got up from the table, McPhee said:
âThey used to sacrifice a maiden, you know.â
âNonsense!â said the Kadiâs representative. âThatâs just a myth. Anyway, it was the Christians.â
âThatâs a myth, too,â said the representative of the Copts hastily. âYou canât blame it on us. The Canal wasnât built till the Arabs came.â
âThe rite may be older,â said McPhee. âIt almost certainly dates back to the Pharaohs.â
âLetâs blame them, then,â said the young man from the Consulate, picking up his papers. âAt least they canât answer back.â
âThatâs all in the past, anyway,â said Garvin. âThese days weâve got other things to think about.â
âWhat other things?â asked Owen. It was the first time heâd done this.
âOh, the general disorder. People use it as an excuse ââ
âThey certainly do,â said McPhee, cheeks going pink.
âTo do what?â
âWell â¦â
âThe women go unveiled, that sort of thing,â said the Kadiâs representative.
âWorse than that,â said McPhee primly.
âReally?â said Owen. âExactly what â?â
âYouâll find out,â said Garvin. âAt any rate, it will be for the last time.â
âWatch out for the Maiden,â said the young man from the Consulate, as he and Owen left the room together.
They found her, of course, the next day.
The canal bed, awaiting the water, was dry now throughout most of its insalubrious length. It ran through the heart of the city from Old Cairo to the new barracks at Abbasiya and was a handy dumping-place for rubbish of all kinds, from excrement to onion peelings to collapsed angarib rope-beds to dead dogs; and, of course, to dead humans. It had the additional advantage in the last case that towards the time of the Inundation it had become so foul as to deter all but the lowest scavengers from venturing into it. The maiden would have gone undiscovered had it not been for the fact that the ceremonial cutting of the dam involved the construction of a tall cone of earth, and it was while the workmen had been working on this that they had come upon the body.