Librería Samer Atenea
Kálamo Books
Librería Elías (Asturias)
Librería Kolima (Madrid)
Librería Proteo (Málaga)
is a novel likely writ ten in the early 20th century. The book revolves around a mysterious and sacred object, specifically a slipper once belonging to the Prophet Mo hammed,whichhasbecomethecenterofintrigueandperil,drawingthein terest of dangerous factions. The narrative follows the protagonist, journal ist Mr. Cavanagh, as he navigates a web of deceit, danger, and the supernat ural in pursuit of the truth behind theslipper’ssignificanceandthethreatsit subsequentlybrings. ThebeginningofthestorysetsthetoneaboardtheS.S. Mandalay, where a mysterious event involving an injured passenger ignites tension among the crew and travelers. Cavanagh, intrigued by the happen ings, engages with a fellow passenger, Mr. Ahmad Ahmadeen, who hints at the significance of the unfolding events. Soon after, Cavanagh is intro duced to Professor Deeping, whose scholarly pursuits appear to connect him to the slipper’s dark history. A chilling series of violent incidents fol low, markingthosewhocomeintocontactwiththeslipperandestablishing an ominous backdrop that hints at the presence of the cult-like Hashishin, led by the enigmatic Hassan of Aleppo. The narrative promises suspense as Cavanagh becomes embroiled in a quest filled with supernatural elements, perilous stakes, and a cast of characters each entwined with the fate of the relic.I was not the only passenger aboard the S.S. Mandalay who perceived the disturbance and wondered what it might portend and from whencepro ceed. A goodly number of passengers were joining the ship at Port Said. I was lounging against the rail, pipe in mouth, lazily wondering, with a large vagueness. What a heterogeneous rabble it was!-a brightly coloured rabble, but the colours all weredirty,likethetownandthecanal. Onlytheskywasclean;the sky and the hard, merciless sunlight which spared nothing of the unclean ness, anddefiedoneeventothinkofthetermdeartotourists,'picturesque.' I was in that kind of mood. All the natives appeared to be pockmarked; all the Europeans greasy with perspiration