Michael Pearce 
The Fig Tree Murder 

Michael Pearce’s tenth irresistible adventure for Colonial Egypt’s the Mamur Zapt is fresh, funny, and ‘Still as fertile as your favourite oasis.’ Inevitably, as the tide of Nationalism sweeps the British Protectorate towards the realities of the dawning Twentieth Century, New Egypt is eroding the ways of the Old. But, as Gareth Owen, head of Cairo’s Secret Police well knows, ‘The Old Egypt had a habit of rising up every so often and giving the New an almighty kick in the teeth.’
It’s called the Tree of the Virgin. It’s a sycamore, actually, not the English sort but the Egyptian, a species of fig. The tree is a site of religious interest, said to be a spot where the Virgin Mary hid herself from Herod’s soldiers in its branches. Or perhaps the Virgin and Child rested there on their flight into Egypt. Whatever, it’s perilously close to the gash being cut for the new electric railway running out of Cairo to the New Helipolis being built in the suburbs. Sinister power groups are jostling for position, but who dumped the body of the humble villager on the track? Was it mere chance? Had the victim been caught up in a traditional revenge killing? Or did someone want to halt construction?
The Mamur Zapt, adept in picking his way through the local and national power structures, refers the removal of the body to committee. But, he has to ask, what is the significance of the Fig Tree? Does it matter that the caravans for Mecca gather only a mile or so away? And what of the ostrich that passed in the night?

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Michael Pearce grew up in the (then) Anglo-Egyptian Sudan among the political and other tensions he draws on for his books. He returned there later to teach and retains a human rights interest in the area. His career has followed the standard academic rake’s progress from teaching to writing to administration. He finds international politics a pallid imitation of academic ones.