A Dead Man in Istanbul (2009)
A Dead Man in Istanbul
“‘Damn the fellow!’ said Ponsonby, fretting. ‘I wanted him to take something for me. Where the hell is he?’ Further investigation cast no light. The Chief Dragoman’s aid was enlisted.
‘Damn the fellow!’ said the Chief Dragoman. ‘Where he got to? Disappear up own ass, like Indian Rope Trick?’ The building was scoured but Mohammed did not appear to be in it. Nor, it gradually emerged, had he been in it the previous day. At least, no one had seen him.
‘Perhaps he’s ill?’ said Ponsonby.
...‘Perhaps he drown,’ said the Chief Dragoman hopefully. ‘Swim across like Cunningham Effendi. Glug-glug.’ ‘Someone ought to check,’ said Ponsonby.
That someone was clearly the Chief Dragoman. Equally clearly, he had no intention of descending into the town himself. Some minion had to be sent. Enquiry suggested that the most appropriate minion was Ibrahim, the landau driver, perhaps on one of his errands into the city.MoreLess
‘Damn the fellow!’ said the Chief Dragoman. ‘Where he got to? Disappear up own ass, like Indian Rope Trick?’ The building was scoured but Mohammed did not appear to be in it. Nor, it gradually emerged, had he been in it the previous day. At least, no one had seen him.
‘Perhaps he’s ill?’ said Ponsonby.
...‘Perhaps he drown,’ said the Chief Dragoman hopefully. ‘Swim across like Cunningham Effendi. Glug-glug.’ ‘Someone ought to check,’ said Ponsonby.
That someone was clearly the Chief Dragoman. Equally clearly, he had no intention of descending into the town himself. Some minion had to be sent. Enquiry suggested that the most appropriate minion was Ibrahim, the landau driver, perhaps on one of his errands into the city.MoreLess
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