The Turkish woman understood a little of what was going on.
“Yes” she said “and my son the efendi, and your servant Kiamíl and I, your slave, will go even to the Sultan’s door, and we will never abandon your case. They have definitely had it under the carpet up till now, and that is why the killer hasn’t been caught. My son the efendi, an investigator in the police, will leave no stone unturned until he finds him.”
“And for nothing” continued Kiamíl in his sympathetic voice. “It won’t cost you anything. My brother the efendi will write off all the expenses with a stroke of his pen. And God willing, I too will go to the province for the investigation. When the child of your mother, my saviour, was killed, it was as if my brother the efendi, was killed. There must be revenge!”
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