IV

'I thought you people weren't in a rush,' remarked the pathologist, leading Naguib through gloomy hospital corridors to his small office.

'Is that what you heard?'

'Yes. That's what I heard.'

Naguib shrugged. 'My boss thinks this isn't the best moment for an investigation like this.'

'You don't agree with him?'

'I have a daughter.'

The pathologist nodded seriously. 'So do I.'

'Have you… begun yet?'

'She's scheduled for this afternoon. I could bring her forward if you wish.'

'I'd be grateful.'

'There is one thing,' said the pathologist. 'Not related to cause of death, but you may find it interesting.'

'Yes?'

'My assistant found it while he was bringing her in. A pouch on a string around her neck.'

'A pouch?' frowned Naguib. 'Anything inside?'

'A small statuette,' nodded the pathologist. 'You can take it with you if you like.'


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