The Mingrelian Conspiracy
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‘Well, does he? Do you know what explosives do? They blow people up. And not just the people you want to blow up; other people, too. People who are nothing to do with it, children, perhaps. Innocent bystanders who only went there to see the fun.’
‘The next alley on the right,’ instructed Katarina. ‘That is, if you’re still insisting.’
‘Can’t you hear what I’m saying?’
‘If you have action to take,’ said Katarina, still shaky but determined, ‘then take it.’
‘I’m trying to prevent the need for action.’
‘Why are you talking to me?’
‘Because you can stop it.’
‘I?’ Katarina laughed. ‘I?’
‘Yes. You. You could persuade him.’
‘What makes you think he would listen to me?’
‘He loves you.’
‘He loves me,’ said Katarina, ‘but he would not listen.’
‘You must try.’
‘Must I?’ said Katarina. ‘You are forgetting: I am with him in everything he does. It was my people they killed. My family that they wiped out.’
‘You’re the next generation, no, the generation after that, even. It may be right for him to remember but it’s not right for you.’
‘What do you expect me to do? Betray him?’
‘Dissuade him. Stop him from doing something that you know is not right.’
‘I don’t know it. I don’t know what he’s doing and I don’t care.’
‘You must care. There are others to think of as well as him. And I don’t mean the Grand Duke. I don’t care tuppence about the bloody Grand Duke. But I do care about the others, the ones who have nothing to do with it. And so ought you.’
‘I am with my grandfather,’ said Katarina obstinately, ‘in whatever he does.’
‘Think for yourself!’
‘I am thinking for myself.’
‘You’re not. You’re shut up in that crazy house with him. You listen to him too much. He’s sucked you into his crazy dreams. You need to talk to someone else. I wish to hell your father was back here.’
‘Do you?’ said Katarina, looking at him oddly. ‘Do you?’
***
Sorgos was very pleased to see him.
‘You arrive together? Or perhaps…?’ Taking in Katarina’s slightly flustered state. She immediately disappeared into the recesses of the house.
‘Together,’ said Owen.
Sorgos led him into what served in that small house as the mandar’ah, the reception room and saw him seated on a divan. Then he fussed off calling for Katarina. A little later he returned, carrying a small brazier and lighted coals, which he set down beside Owen.
‘I trouble you,’ said Owen.
‘No trouble at all,’ said Sorgos. Katarina came into the room with a brass tray on which there were two little cups, which she put down on a table in front of the divan.
‘You are well?’
‘Thanks be to God!’ Sorgos responded automatically.
‘And your granddaughter?’
‘Well, too,’ Sorgos beamed. ‘A beautiful girl, isn’t she? And healthy, too. There should be no problem about babies.’ His face clouded. ‘Only she’ll have to get started soon. If she is going to have five.’
‘Five?’
‘That’s what she should be going for. Now, if she had five, and they were all girls, and then each of them had five— why, our problems would be solved in no time at all!’
‘I’m not sure you can bank on—’
‘Girls are the key, you see. If you want to preserve the language. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about this. Language is imbibed with a mother’s milk. Men are not so important. Of course, it’s a good thing if they have the language, too, but it’s not absolutely essential.’
‘Perhaps not.’
‘Let’s face it, there was always a lot of intermarrying among the tribes.’
‘Yes, you mentioned the other day that your own wife’s father—’
‘Just so. The trouble is, the Russians wiped the other tribes out too. About the time that they slaughtered us. So now we have to go further afield.’
The old man looked at Owen hopefully.
‘Well, yes, perhaps, um…The Russians have a lot to answer for, don’t they?’
‘And now is the time when they are going to start answering!’ said Sorgos enthusiastically.
‘Yes, well, I’m not sure—in fact, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about.’
‘Going well,’ Sorgos assured him.
‘Going well?’
‘Yes. Fine young men. Plenty of energy. They get on and do things.’
‘What sort of things?’
‘Assassinating Grand Dukes, for instance.’
This was not quite what Owen wanted to hear.
‘Are you sure about this?’
‘Oh, quite sure. I was talking it over with them yesterday. Our preparations are well advanced. One or two things still to do, a lot of problem over the—But it will be solved. No, you don’t need to worry. We’ll be ready when the time comes.’
‘I was hoping,’ said Owen, ‘that you might be having second thoughts.’
‘Second thoughts?’
‘After the conversation we had the other day.’
‘Well, um—what was it exactly that you said?’
‘You are not in the Caucasus now. You are in a country to which you owe obligations.’
‘Oh, we’re not thinking of a general massacre. Just the Grand Duke.’
‘It could have international repercussions.’
‘You think so?’ said Sorgos, pleased.
‘I certainly do.’
Sorgos almost rubbed his hands.
‘Well, that is excellent!’ he said.
‘You won’t think it so excellent when it rebounds on you.’
‘Why should it rebound on us?’
‘Do you think Egypt is going to be very pleased?’
‘Well…Egypt!’
‘Yes, Egypt. A country which has been very generous to you.’
‘England will look after Egypt,’ said Sorgos confidently.
‘Indeed’—his face lit up—‘it might turn out to be a very good thing. If we could only provoke a quarrel between England and Russia—! Now, that really would be something! The Grand Duke dead and war as well!’
***
‘Can we start by getting up to date on the security position?’ said Paul. ‘Mamur Zapt?’
They were in the committee room again, the one with the trapped flies. But were they the same flies, wondered Owen? Weren’t flies supposed to breed quickly and die quickly? Maybe these were the grandchildren of the ones he’d seen the other day. Quick succession of generations. Sorgos would be interested in this.
‘Mamur Zapt?’ repeated Paul reprovingly.
‘Nothing to report.’
‘Nothing?’
‘Out of the ordinary.’
‘No stirrings?’
‘The usual.’
It was extraordinarily hot in the room.
‘Nothing pertaining to the Grand Duke?’
‘I am keeping some people under observation.’
‘The Mingrelians?’ hazarded the Army major who had been at the meeting the other day.
‘Among others.’
‘I think this is unsatisfactory,’ said Shearer. ‘The Mamur Zapt is not being very informative. I can understand his desire to keep intelligence to himself, but we are, surely, a privileged group.’
‘Who exactly are the Mingrelians?’ asked someone new to the group.
‘Troublemakers,’ said Shearer.
‘Damned difficult lot,’ said the major.
‘Could drench the city in blood
,’ said Paul, perking up at the prospect of leading the Army astray.
‘My God!’ said the newcomer, impressed.
‘That’s why I’m keeping them under observation,’ said Owen helpfully.
‘Glad you are. But, um, who—who exactly are they?’
‘Slopes of the Caucasus,’ said Paul.
‘Caucasus?’ Shearer sat up. ‘Don’t like the sound of that. Have their links with Russia been explored, sir?’
‘Working on it,’ said Owen.
‘It’s not so much links,’ said Paul. ‘More old enmities. What we’re worried about is that some of these may have been carried over to Egypt and may resurface during the Grand Duke’s visit.’
‘Ah!’ said Shearer, leaning forward. ‘But is that what we ought to be worried about? I must confess, gentlemen, that I had not appreciated up till now that the Mingrelians and the Russians were neighbours. That makes a big difference.’
‘Does it?’ said Paul.
‘Well, yes, it does. I think we should approach this strategically, gentlemen, and ask what is the Grand Duke’s interest in coming to Egypt.’
‘Well, it’s the opera—’
‘No, no. no. You misunderstand me. I mean, what is Russia’s interest in the Grand Duke’s visit?’
‘Pretty minimal, I would say.’
‘No. No. Its strategic interest. From a military point of view.’ Shearer looked round the room. ‘Perhaps I can help, gentlemen? Bear in mind the location of the Caucasus.’
‘The Caucasus? Not too sure,’ said the major. ‘Up there somewhere?’
‘Think of India,’ said Shearer, ‘and think of the North West Frontier!’
‘It’s nowhere near the North West Frontier!’ said Paul.
‘It’s the other side of the Caspian Sea!’
‘It borders on Persia,’ said Owen.
‘Exactly!’ Shearer turned to him. ‘This is where strategic sense is important. Up till now we’ve assumed that any threat to India would come from the North. That’s where we’ve put our troops. Up on the North West Frontier. But suppose it didn’t come from the North. Suppose it came from the West!’
‘Persia?’
Shearer nodded.
‘Outflanked!’ breathed the major. ‘Good God!’
‘You can see how serious it is,’ said Shearer.
‘No,’ said Paul. ‘Nor what it has to do with the Grand Duke’s visit.’
‘The connection,’ said Shearer, ‘is Suez. Our main route to India. Cut that and you sever our supply lines.’
‘I’m not sure the Grand Duke will be able to do that on his own,’ said Owen.
‘Of course not!’ said Shearer, annoyed. ‘Let me take you back to my original question: What is the Grand Duke doing here? What has he really come for?
‘Well, what has he come for?’ asked Paul.
‘To do a deal,’ said Shearer triumphantly. ‘A deal with the Khedive. And one that will be in Russia’s interests, not ours, I can assure you!’
‘Cut the supply lines,’ said the major, ‘and then strike!’
‘Where we least expect it,’ said Shearer. Paul toyed with his pencil.
‘You don’t see any, well, difficulties with this suggestion?’ he said. ‘Like having to cross high mountains in winter and then having to cross a neutral country? All before we’ve noticed it?’
‘Don’t underestimate the advantages of surprise!’ said Shearer.
‘Surprising, it would certainly be. Well, thank you, Captain Shearer, for your strategic appraisal. I will certainly see it receives the attention it deserves.’
‘Thank you, sir.’
‘Meanwhile, perhaps we should return to the point of the present meeting.’
Shearer leaned forward.
‘Excuse me, sir, but there is a connection.’
‘Yes?’
‘The Mingrelians—didn’t you say they came from the Caucasus?’
‘Well, yes, but—’
‘I think we should keep an eye on them. Particularly at the present moment. Some kind of alliance may be in the offing.’
‘Between the Russians and the Mingrelians?’
‘Exactly!’
‘Not from what the Mingrelians were saying yesterday,’ said Owen. ‘All they seemed to have in mind was killing Russians! Starting with the Grand Duke!’
‘I think we must consider the possibility that it’s just a blind,’ said Shearer.
‘Covering what?’
‘Their real intentions.’
‘Suez,’ breathed the major. ‘India!’
‘We need to ask what they hope to achieve.’
‘Well, I can tell you that,’ said Owen. ‘They hope that by killing the Grand Duke they might be able to provoke a war between England and Russia.’
‘Good God!’ said the major. Shearer looked grave.
‘Things are more serious than I thought, sir. In fact, I’d almost go so far as to say that we are approaching an emergency situation.’
‘You would?’ said Paul.
‘I would. I think we should review our position very carefully. At the very least we should reappraise our objectives.’
‘What had you in mind?’ asked Paul. ‘Killing the Grand Duke ourselves?’
Chapter Nine
The Fustat was not a part of Cairo that Owen was familiar with, so when he received the message from Mahmoud asking him to come urgently to the Fustat police station, he went first to the ferry to get his bearings. Out on the river he could see Roda Island, where, according to tradition, the Arab saint, Moses, was found among the bulrushes. There were not many bulrushes there now. This side of the island consisted mostly of bare, muddy shoals and looked rather like a building site, which, in fact, it was shortly intended to be. At the moment, they were still filling in the land with the debris from collapsed mud houses, quite a lot of which were in the Ders. A long line of camels stretched out across the flimsy wooden footbridge that connected the island to the mainland, each carrying two heavy boxes, one on either side of the hump. Even at this distance he flinched from the smell.
On the other side of the river, beyond the island, he could make out the low houses of the village of Gizeh and behind them, pink in the sun, the pyramids. If you were a tourist you crossed the river higher up, from the modern city. The Babylon ferry was for the humble poor, most of them fellahin going to or coming from the fields on the other side. The ferry was a battered old gyassa, its days of glory on the river now done, sailing, when it was fully loaded, suspiciously low in the water.
Although there were plenty of boats about, gyassas, feluccas and even the occasional dhow, the Old Cairo Landing was not really a port. Vessels bringing grain would go on to Bulaq to unload. Nevertheless, it had something of the air of a dock. There were jetties and mooring posts, boats bobbing on the end of ropes, and, here and there, spindly against the sky, the spars of some larger vessel looming above the houses.
Over to his right was Babylon, but he wasn’t going there today. The Fustat police station was in the Arab, not the Coptic, part and inland some way from the ferry.
Mahmoud was sitting in the local Mamur’s office. He sprang up as Owen came in and embraced him warmly.
‘We’ve got them all, I think,’ he said. ‘That little man from the café was very useful. He led us to a café which served as a kind of headquarters for them, or at least a base. I got him to identify as many of the gang as he could. He did very well. He had seen them when they raided Mustapha’s. Of course, he’s not very keen to give evidence but your man, Selim, will probably do that, won’t he?’
‘In so far as he can. I don’t know at what stage he got hit.’
‘The café owner?’
‘Mustapha? Hm, I’m not sure…He won’t want to stick his neck out. His wife, perhaps.’
‘There may be other cafés,’ said Owen. ‘I’ll give you a list. At least of the ones down in the Fustat that have suffered. This gang keeps, I think, to the Fustat for the most part.’
‘Yes,’ said Mahmoud. ‘That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. You said you’d like to know who’d commissioned the job at Mustapha’s. Well,’ he said, ‘I think I’ve found out. Or found out something.’
He went to the door and called out: ‘Bring Omar!’ A door slammed somewhere away in the recesses.
‘I’ve been examining them all morning,’ said Mahmoud.
‘We picked them up last night. This man, Omar, was present when the job was discussed. He says that the gang was approached first through an intermediary and that when they indicated they might be interested, a meeting was arranged with the principal. He was present at that meeting.’
Feet were heard along the corridor. Owen sat down in a chair over to one side of the room, where he could watch Omar but would not interfere. This, now, was Mahmoud’s case.
Mahmoud made a sign to the two constables and they stepped back.
‘Well, Omar,’ said Mahmoud pleasantly; ‘just a few questions. Nothing new, just going over ground we’ve covered. I want to make sure I’ve got it right. This job, now, at Mustapha’s: out of the usual run for you, I think you said?’
‘That’s right. And I wish we’d never heard of it.’
‘You should have stuck to the Fustat.’
‘We should. I said that at the time. Stick to what we know, I said. I mean, we weren’t even getting any money out of it!’
‘Not getting any money? But, Omar, you were hoping to get money, surely? Why else were you working the café?’
‘We were doing it for someone else. We weren’t making any money. It was all going to go to him!’
‘But, Omar, if it was all going to go to him, what was there in it for you?’
‘Well, that’s what I said. Only Narouz said, “We’re doing this as a favour. It’s exceptional, see?” And I said, “Well, I don’t see. Why should we be doing anybody a favour?” And he said: “Because we owe Hussein al-Fadal one, that’s why, and Hussein is not the sort you don’t pay back when you’re asked.” Well, I knew about Hussein, of course, everybody knows about Hussein, and I wasn’t going to argue too much, not with Hussein. So I went along with it. But it was a mistake. I know we didn’t have much choice, you’ve got to do people a favour when you owe one, but it was a mistake all the same. Look where it’s got us!’