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Salahadin got home very late. It was nearly midnight and he was very tired. But his work was not yet finished. He took some pieces of paper out of his wallet. They were the pieces of paper from Pearson’s room. Salahadin sat down and looked at Pearson’s note.
The Pharaoh Ankuten
This Pharaoh did not live long
He died when he was still a boy
When was Ankuten buried?
Ankuten was going to the Sudan when he died.
The Continue reading
It was now after seven o’clock in the evening. The train from Cairo had arrived at Alexandria at half pas two. Perhaps Pearson’s murderer was already on a boat to Beirut.
“We must phone Alexandria,” said Salahadin to Ahmed.
Salahadin picked up the telephone. He asked for the police at the docks in Alexandria. After about ten minutes, the telephone rang. It was the call to Alexandria.
“This is Salahadin El Nur speaking. I’m a police Continue reading
Ahmed and Salahadin left Pearson’s room and went downstairs. They sat down and the manager brought them some coffee.
“How can we find the seventh box?” asked Ahmed.
“I need your help,” replied Salahadin.
“How can I help you?” asked Ahmed.
“The murderer took the box with him,” said Salahadin. “It was heavy and it’s hot today. The murderer did not carry the box very far. Perhaps he took a Continue reading
Salahadin put on his coat and quickly left his office. It was much hotter outside in the street. A hot, dusty wind was blowing between the tall buildings. Salahadin jumped into a taxi. The streets were full of cars and the taxi moved slowly. It took a long time to get the Nile Hotel.
A policeman was standing at the door of the hotel.
“I’m sorry,” said the policeman. “No one is allowed into the hotel.”
Salahadin showed the policeman his identity card.
The Continue reading
Salahadin was sitting in his office with his coat off. It was the month of May in Cairo and it was very hot. Salahadin stood up and turned on the fan. He was a young man, only twenty-eight years old. He was not very tall and quite thin. His black hair was cut very short.
Salahadin’s office was in the centre of Cairo. It was in a large building behind the Nile Hilton. It was a small office and Salahadin’s name was not on the door. Not many people knew that he was a Continue reading
The Black Cat
The main character in this story is called Salahadin.
He is an inspector in the Egyptian police. His job is to protect Egyptian antiquities. Antiquity is something which is very old
There are many antiquities in Egypt. Most of them are valuable. Many of them are in museums in Cairo or in Europe. But there are many others which have not yet been found. These Antiquities are buried under the sands, in tombs or in Continue reading
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