Chapter Twenty Two
One Day In Rangoon
Nearly twenty-four hours had elapsed since the awful death of Deschamps when Estephe Bernard returned from the telephone.
“No news, Corliss,” he said shortly. “It must have crept into some inaccessible hole to die.”
I glanced up from my notes and Bernard settled into the white cane armchair, and began to surround himself with clouds of aromatic smoke before continuing:
“The Amharûn, a Semitic tribe allied to the Falashas, who have been settled for many generations in the southern province of Shoa in Abyssinia, have been regarded as unclean and outcast, apparently since the days of Menelek, son of Suleyman and the Queen of Sheba, from whom they claim descent. Apart from their custom of eating meat cut from living beasts, they are accursed because o
