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this Lovat?" His eyes widened very slightly. "Who is he, anyway?"

"A junior diplomat of no apparent importance," Pitt replied. He decided to say nothing yet about the possibility of blackmail. "And even if he were pestering her," he went on, "Ryerson is sufficiently in love with her that he is doing all he can to protect her from a charge of murder, even at the expense of his own reputation. She had no cause to fear that a past lover would turn his affections away from her."

"Yes, indeed," Trenchard said softly. "It seems there is something beyond the obvious, and the possibilities are numerous. Your visit here is well advised. I admit, I wondered why Narraway did not simply request someone at the consulate to look into it, but now I see that a detective is required. The answer may be complex, and it may be that there are those who would wish it to remain unknown." He smiled, a charming, candid gesture. "Are you familiar with Egypt, Mr. Pitt?"

Pitt saw behind Trenchard's easy manner a glimpse of the passion he had shown before when he spoke of the beauty and antiquity of Egypt, and the brilliance of the culture that had crossed its path, particularly here, where the Nile met the Mediterranean-in a sense, where Africa met Europe.

"Assume I know nothing," Pitt said with humility. "The little I have learned can be disregarded."

Trenchard nodded, a flash of approval in his face. "The recorded history of the country goes back not far short of five thousand years before Christ." His words were momentous, and for all his casual tone, there was awe in his expression. "But for your purposes you can disregard all of it, even the Napoleonic conquest and brief French occupation nearly a century ago. No doubt you are aware of Lord Nelson's victory at Aboukir, usually known, I believe, as the Battle of the Nile? Yes, I assumed so." There was an indefinable edge to his voice, an emotion impossible to name. "Egypt is nominally part of the Ottoman Empire, and therefore owes allegiance to the Sultan of Turkey," he continued. "But in fact for the last fifteen years it has been part of ours, although it would be extremely unwise to make any remark to that effect." He shrugged elegantly. "Or to the fact that we bombarded Alexandria ten years ago, on Mr. Gladstone's orders."

Pitt flinched, but Trenchard took no more than slight notice, just a flicker in his eyes.

"The khedive is the sultan's vassal," he continued. "There is an Egyptian prime minister, a parliament, an Egyptian army and an Egyptian flag. The finances are probably of no interest to you except regarding cotton, which is the single exported crop here, and bought entirely by Britain, a fact of no little importance."

"Yes," Pitt said grimly. "I was aware of that. And I think finances might be at the heart of the issue. But," he added hastily, "I do not require a lecture on them at present. What about police?"

Trenchard moved a little in his seat.

"I would forget the entire subject of law and courts, if I were you," Trenchard said dryly. "Egyptian jurisdiction over foreigners belongs to a whole series of courts, one for each consulate, and the circumlocutory machinations of any of them, let alone all, would confound even Theseus, trailing a thread behind him." He spread his elegant hands wide. "In effect the British run Egypt, but we do it discreetly. There are hundreds of us, and we all answer to the consul-general, Lord Cromer, who is usually referred to simply as 'the lord.' And I presume you know what they say about him?"

"I have no idea," Pitt confessed.

Trenchard raised his eyebrows very slightly, a smile on his lips. "'It is no good having right on your side if Lord Cromer is against you,'" he quoted. "Better, I think, in this situation, if he never hears of you."

"I shall certainly work to that end," Pitt promised. "But I need to know about this woman, who she was before she came to England, and if she is really as impulsive and..."

"Stupid," Trenchard filled in for him, his eyes wide. "Yes, I can see the necessity. We'll start among the Copts. I'll give you a map and mark the most likely areas. I would assume that she comes from a family with a certain amount of money, since she obviously speaks English and has the means to travel."

"Thank you." Pitt stood up, finding himself stiff and