Axidava

Lord Of The Jackals

In those days, of course (said the French agent, looking out across the sea of Yûssuf Effendis which billowed up against the balcony to where, in the moonlight, the minarets of Cairo pointed the way to God), I did not occupy the position which I occupy to-day. No, I was younger, and more ambitious; I thought to carve in the annals of Egypt a name for myself such as that of De Lesseps.

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The Zayat Kiss

“A gentleman to see you, doctor.”

From across the common a clock sounded the half hour.

“Ten-thirty!” I said. “A late visitor. Show him up, if you please.”

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