Alaa al-Aswany - The Automobile Club of Egypt

Alku bowed and greeted those present in French. They responded as if they were distracted, and Alku realized that something serious had happened. He stood there with an officious smile. Wright picked up a photograph on his desk and handed it to Alku.

“Look at this and tell me what you think.”

Alku looked at the picture, and an expression of horror appeared on his face. The photograph showed His Majesty in a tall pointed red hat with multicolored pom-poms, sitting at the poker table beside the French danseuse Charlotte. Underneath the photograph was the caption, “Down with the decadent and corrupt king.”

Alku took his time looking at the photograph, passing it from one hand to the other. He needed a moment to absorb this shock.

“This picture of His Majesty was taken here in the Automobile Club,” said Wright, “when he was honoring our New Year’s Eve party with his presence. Thousands of copies are being handed out on the streets of Cairo.”

Alku gnashed his teeth and grimaced. Then he looked at Wright and asked him gruffly, “Do you know who is distributing this photograph?”

Wright gestured dismissively at Alku and barked at him, “Never mind who is handing them out. How was it even taken? You are responsible for this. No one could take such a photograph of His Majesty like this without the help of your staff.”

“Mr. Wright, you might remember my having told you,” Alku said, “that something had changed in the staff’s manner and that I asked you to take measures to reinstitute discipline, which request you refused.”

Wright had not been expecting to be shown up in front of the two high officials. He banged his fist on the desk and shouted at Alku, “When a man has been negligent in his duties, the easiest thing for him is to try to pass on the blame.”

Alku fell silent and looked at the photograph again. Everything about it indicated that it had been taken in the Club. Moreover, the photographer had taken it at just the right angle to show all the details.

“I’m not shirking my responsibility,” Alku said quietly. “I shall investigate the matter, and when I find the culprit, I shall show him no mercy. All that I ask is that you back me up in any punishment I decide to mete out.”

Wright made no response. He was doing all he could to hold back a flood of invective because of the two august visitors. He gripped his pipe in his teeth and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke. He looked up at the ceiling for a moment and then gestured at Alku.

“You can go now.”

Alku muttered his good-byes, turned and left.

“The situation is very grave indeed,” Anwar Bey Makki said. “What has happened constitutes two crimes: an invasion of His Majesty’s privacy and an underhanded attempt to malign him. You cannot have forgotten, Pasha, that we live in a Muslim country. The thought of the king gambling and keeping company with a woman of easy virtue can do great harm.”

Alawi Pasha had no answer but, in his position as the king’s private secretary, felt that he ought to say something.

“What do those vile saboteurs want for Egypt?” he yelled. “His Majesty works day and night to lift his people out of their ignorance and poverty. Do they consider it improper for him to distract himself a little? Is he not a man who needs some relief?”

“Rest assured,” Anwar Bey Makki replied, “they will pay dearly for this.”

Alawi Pasha waved his hand and said, “Ils sont vraiment des salops.”

Anway Bey Makki leaned his head forward and continued, “Mr. Wright. We have a few questions that need answering, such as who photographed His Majesty and how did he get the camera into the Club? How is it that none of the members or the casino staff saw him? It could well be that the photographer has an accomplice among the Club staff.”

“How can I be of help?” Mr. Wright said.

“To begin, we’ll need a list of all the names of the staff and the members of the Automobile Club,” said Anwar Bey in a firm yet polite tone of voice.

Mr. Wright nodded. “I will have a list drawn up and sent over to you today.”

Anwar Bey looked at Alawi Pasha as if to say, “Shall we?” and the two of them stood up to go.

As they were leaving, Wright shook their hands, and with a tense smile, he said, “Alawi Pasha. Please convey my most abject apologies to His Majesty.”

“His Majesty,” retorted Alawi Pasha sharply, “used to consider the Automobile Club a safe haven where he could relax, but unfortunately it now appears that your club has been infiltrated by saboteurs and Communists.”

“I give you my word that this will not happen again.”

“I fear,” said Alawi Pasha, smiling acerbically, “that you will not have an opportunity to fulfill your promise. His Majesty is not likely to return to the Automobile Club. His numerous palaces and royal retreats afford him complete privacy.”

“I hope that His Majesty will give us one more chance.”

Wright’s voice had an imploring tone to it, but Alawi Pasha just puffed on his cigar and said, “I’ll be frank with you. Once you have lost the king’s confidence, it is exceedingly difficult to gain it again.”

Alawi Pasha left for Abdin Palace, but Anwar Bey Makki took a few minutes to give instructions to his officers before his driver took him back to his office. The night shift staff were immediately summoned from their homes, joining the rest of the staff assembled on the first floor. They were kept waiting in the corridor that led to the administrative offices. Scores of them were standing there, quaking, exchanging whispers as two tough-looking security agents stood at the door, sending the staff one by one into the office, where two officers were carrying out the interrogation. There was a third, and more junior, officer in charge of another team of secret agents, who were checking the building from top to bottom. This officer went into every room, with the agents leading the way like a pack of hunting dogs, turning everything upside down, until he indicated that they should follow him elsewhere. They did the same with the rooms on the roof, the restaurant and the bar, but they uncovered nothing. In the casino, the agents examined everything even more carefully as the officer cast an eagle eye into every nook and cranny. Again, they came up with nothing and stood awaiting further orders from the officer, who suddenly pointed overhead, “Look up there!”

The agent raised his head. The officer continued, “Get a ladder.”

In a few minutes, two of the staff were carrying a tall wooden stepladder, which they positioned underneath the chandelier. The officer clambered up quickly and examined the various components of the chandelier. Then he came back down and left with his policemen. An hour later, two English army engineers turned up with a machine that looked like a vacuum cleaner, with which they checked out the whole Club, noting the readings it was giving, until finally, they came across the camera in the casino and detached it from the chandelier.

That night, Anwar Bey Makki convened a meeting with his senior officers, with the glass orb placed in front of him on his desk. Having briefed them on the situation, he said, “What happened can only be interpreted one way. First, this camera is a new model and beyond the means of ordinary Egyptians. Second, its placement in the chandelier means that someone installed it there and then needed to remove the film and have it developed. All of this indicates an organized conspiracy.” He fell silent for a moment and then continued, “The most important thing now is for us to ascertain that there are no other cameras installed. We will have to make a careful search of all the palaces and the royal retreats.”

The meeting lasted a whole hour, during which they studied the situation from all angles. A detailed plan was laid out to uncover the saboteurs and to foil their schemes. By the end of the meeting, each of the officers had been charged with his respective duties.