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THE LOST TRUMPET
“I mean to say that I’ll prevent it for the simple
reason that you have no love for her. Marriage ? You
might live with her in a desert hut and father four¬
teen children and the two of you refuse all marriage
sanctions in the world—and it would be nothing to
me. This is a different matter.”
He went forward again. Perforce I went with him.
When next he spoke it was in the tone of a casual
acquaintance.
“What is she in Egypt for ?”
“Her brother was murdered at Rashida—by his
mistress, she suspects. She has come here to hound
on the gendarmes in search for the woman.”
“What was her name ?”
“The woman’s ? Some Egyptian name. She was
blind.”
“Blind ?” He stopped and stared at me. I halted,
impatiently.
“Yes, blind. Some Egyptian prostitute. ... I
remember the name Miss Simonssen told me. Huth
Rizq.”
“Huth Rizq ? Thought so. I know her.”

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