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THE LOST TRUMPET 89
put to the question, for as we returned for lunch
we saw a great criss-cross of black earth uprising
throughout the heart of the encampment. Two
trenches, intersecting at right angles near where the
lorry stood, had been scored through the soil under
the direction of Huebsch. The great Jew himself,
sweat-exuding, a Syrian Baal in the flesh, sat under
the shadow of his tent awaiting our arrival.
“Nothing doing here, though, of course, the
trenches aren’t absolutely confirmatory.” He searched
amid a pile of letters on the table. “Mail just out from
Cairo. One for you. Colonel.”
I looked at the unfamiliar, staccato lettering on
the envelope, broke it open, unfolded the single
sheet it contained, and read :
Alexandria.
‘Dear Colonel Saloney,
‘Roger and Dawn Mantell told me to write
to you as soon as I landed in Egypt. They
themselves were to send you a letter telling
you why I am here. I hope you’ve received
it and that you won’t think it too much trouble
to see me.
T shall be in Cairo about three o’clock the
day after to-morrow, and I’ll put up at Shep-
heard’s if you shouldn’t be able to meet me at
the Station.
‘Yours sincerely,
‘Aslaug Simonssen.’
put to the question, for as we returned for lunch
we saw a great criss-cross of black earth uprising
throughout the heart of the encampment. Two
trenches, intersecting at right angles near where the
lorry stood, had been scored through the soil under
the direction of Huebsch. The great Jew himself,
sweat-exuding, a Syrian Baal in the flesh, sat under
the shadow of his tent awaiting our arrival.
“Nothing doing here, though, of course, the
trenches aren’t absolutely confirmatory.” He searched
amid a pile of letters on the table. “Mail just out from
Cairo. One for you. Colonel.”
I looked at the unfamiliar, staccato lettering on
the envelope, broke it open, unfolded the single
sheet it contained, and read :
Alexandria.
‘Dear Colonel Saloney,
‘Roger and Dawn Mantell told me to write
to you as soon as I landed in Egypt. They
themselves were to send you a letter telling
you why I am here. I hope you’ve received
it and that you won’t think it too much trouble
to see me.
T shall be in Cairo about three o’clock the
day after to-morrow, and I’ll put up at Shep-
heard’s if you shouldn’t be able to meet me at
the Station.
‘Yours sincerely,
‘Aslaug Simonssen.’
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| The books of Lewis Grassic Gibbon > Lost trumpet > (89) |
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| Permanent URL | https://digital.nls.uk/205190634 |
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| Description | J. Leslie Mitchell. |
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| Shelfmark | Vts.143.j.8 |
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| Description | Sixteen books written by Lewis Grassic Gibbon (1901-1935), regarded as the most important Scottish prose writer of the early 20th century. All were published in the last seven years of his life, mostly under his real name, James Leslie Mitchell. They include two works of science fiction, non-fiction works on exploration, short stories set in Egypt, a novel about Spartacus, and the classic 'Scots Quair' trilogy which includes 'Sunset Song'. Mitchell's first book 'Hanno, or the future of exploration' (1928) is rare and has never been republished. |
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