The Mamur Zapt and the Night of the Dog

He paused impressively, looked through the sheaf of papers he was holding in his hand, pulled one out and laid it on the desk in front of Owen.

nded Zeinab.

‘I told you. She’s the niece of this MP who’s visiting us.’

‘What is she doing here?’

‘Keeping him company, I suppose. Having a holiday.’

‘She’s come here to get a husband. Like all the others.’

‘I wouldn’t have thought