Albert Cossery - Proud Beggars

Samir nodded his head slightly, but he didn’t hold out his hand to shake. He seemed to be making an enormous effort to control his nerves. He was ashamed because he suspected that these men were well aware of Nour El Dine’s inversion. He was struggling between his desire to leave right away and to stay to show them his contempt.

“And this is Gohar Effendi,” said Yeghen. “Excellency, how is it that you don’t know Gohar Effendi already! That is a serious gap in your life!”

“I would be happy to fill that gap,” said Nour El Dine, shaking his hand.

“Well, please sit down,” said Yeghen, who seemed strangely happy about this meeting. He fussed around the table offering chairs.

Nour El Dine sat down; Samir hesitated for a moment, then sat down in turn, crossed his legs, and gave the inspector a look of pure hatred. With what joy he would have killed him!

“May I offer you something?” asked Nour El Dine. Without waiting for an answer, he called the waiter and ordered tea for everyone. His intention was to appear magnanimous.

“It’s such an honor. Really, Excellency, you spoil us!”

“It’s nothing,” said Nour El Dine. “I’m only doing my duty.” Then, in another tone, he added unexpectedly, “I’ve learned you have changed hotels. Is that so?”

“Yes,” answered Yeghen. “I’ve found a better one. Do you know, Excellency, the hotel I was at didn’t have bathrooms? It was impossible for me to stay there any longer. I hope you will understand.”

“May I know where your new residence is located?”

“But of course. I’ve nothing to hide. I’m now staying at the Semiramis. It’s a first-class hotel! I think I will be happy there. Have you ever stayed at the Semiramis? I highly recommend it. It is really an extraordinary place. They say that life begins to have meaning the moment you enter there. Pardon me, Excellency, but I was made for luxury.”

“I see you are as cynical as ever,” said Nour El Dine with a forced smile. “It doesn’t matter. I enjoy listening to you more and more.”

“The pleasure is all mine, Excellency!”

Only Yeghen saw what was truly droll about the situation. This police inspector seated at the same table with the killer he was after, offering him tea and behaving in such a courteous manner, was such a phenomenal thing that he even forgot the danger Gohar was facing. He could not stop grinning, thinking only of enjoying a good joke.

He could not resist the pleasure of provoking Nour El Dine.

“Well, Inspector, how is the investigation progressing?”

“I’m not dissatisfied,” said Nour El Dine. “The end may be near. Don’t forget, patience is the indispensable virtue of our profession. By the way, have you thought about what I asked you the other day? I feel kindly toward you. I’d be sorry if you had problems.”

“I’ve thought about it. I would love to help you, believe me. But really, this affair is beyond my scope.”

“Oh well, too bad. Forget it. Besides, this isn’t the place to discuss these things. I plan to talk with you very soon in a more appropriate place. Tonight I’ve been out walking with my young nephew. One must relax from time to time, right? We’re among friends here; let’s enjoy ourselves. Save serious things for later.”

“Careful, Inspector,” said El Kordi, coming out of his silence. “You did say we are among friends? Then we can say everything?”

“Of course,” said Nour El Dine. “But I wonder what more you have to say. Haven’t you already said everything? A disturbing story came to my attention. It seems that you boasted before witnesses of being Arnaba’s murderer. Is that true?”

“That’s true, you’re not mistaken,” said El Kordi. “I don’t deny anything. Why don’t you arrest me?”

“I didn’t know anything about this,” said Yeghen. “My compliments, dear El Kordi.”

“I won’t arrest you,” continued Nour El Dine, “because I know you’re not the killer. You simply wanted to brag. Why? I have no idea. I am just surprised that a man like you, with a good education, who speaks foreign languages, would indulge in such eccentricities. I cannot understand your mentality. Can you explain his conduct to me, Gohar Effendi? I believe you witnessed this ridiculous scene.”

There was a silence. All eyes turned to Gohar. Even Samir stared at him attentively, his features tensed in an expression of feverish expectation.

Gohar said nothing. He could no longer feel the hashish ball in his mouth; it had completely dissolved. He swallowed his saliva two or three times and savored the last bitter taste of the drug. People and things around him were taking on a richer, more glistening hue and their slightest details became perceptible. Laughter and voices were changing into a single murmur, secret and insidious, like a sensual woman’s sighs at the moment of ecstasy. His eyes rested on Nour El Dine and he was amazed by a feeling of strange goodwill that came over him in the face of his tormentor. Through some extraordinary acuity of perception, he discovered in this aggressive-looking tormentor a tortured, disturbed being, more weak than dangerous. What a sad look! What moral suffering hidden behind this façade of authority! Gohar’s instinct told him he had nothing to fear from this man and, even odder, that this man needed his help and pity.

“The inspector is waiting,” said Yeghen. “Come on, Master, give us your thoughts.”

“Well,” Gohar began, “I think I can explain my young friend’s behavior. El Kordi is a man with a very noble soul. He hates injustice and would do anything to fight it. He would like to reform the world, but he doesn’t know how to begin. I think this crime revolted him. He wanted to take responsibility for it and to offer himself as a martyr for the cause he defends. I am glad you didn’t take his confession seriously, Inspector. You must pardon his extravagant behavior. He acted on a very honorable impulse.”

“Master, this is intolerable!” cried El Kordi. “Let me explain it to you. I know I’m not the killer, but what does it matter if it’s me or someone else? The important thing for you, Inspector, is to arrest someone, right? So I offered myself. You should be grateful to me.”

“Absurd!” said Nour El Dine. “Completely absurd! That’s not it at all. I want to arrest the guilty person and no one else.”

“Why?” asked Yeghen. “Why only arrest the guilty one? You disappoint me. You allow yourself to be influenced by trifling considerations.”

“Why?” repeated Nour El Dine. “But it’s as clear as daylight! Why should I arrest an innocent man?”

“The innocent or the guilty,” said Gohar. “It must be difficult to choose.”

“But I don’t choose,” said Nour El Dine. “I base my conviction on certain precise, irrefutable facts. I only arrest a man when I am convinced of his guilt. All of you here are educated men and yet you seem to have no idea of the law.”

“It isn’t the law that interests us, but man,” said Yeghen. “What interests us is to know why a man like you spends his time arresting his fellow men, instead of enjoying his short life. I find that occupation very unhealthy.”

“But I’m just defending society against criminals,” said Nour El Dine. “What sort of men are you? You’ve lost touch with reality!”

“Your reality is a reality made of prejudice,” said Gohar. “It is a nightmare invented by man.”

“There aren’t two realities,” said Nour El Dine.

“Yes, there are,” said Gohar. “First, there is the reality born of deception, and in which you are struggling like a fish caught in a net.”

“And what is the other?”

“The other is a smiling reality reflecting the simplicity of life. For life is simple, Inspector. What does a man need to live? A little bread is enough.”