Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1882-12-05
Finding Arabtss Paprrs.

Letter from Arabs Senior Counsel in the London
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The story of the finding of Arab Pasha's papers
is as follows: On the evening Ofthe I'D OF Octo-
Der Arab said to me: my life aud honor are in :
your hands and I'm the hands of England: If YOU
can get me an interview with my servant, Mu.
named Ibn Ahmed, will give YOU all my papers
which escaped Tel-el-kebir and the looting Of
my house at Cairo, and they are by far the most
important instruments for my defense" Sir Ed
ward Malet and Sir Charles Wilson generously
came to the rescue, and on the afternoon OF
the following day the negro half-caste Mu.
haMed lbn Ahmed, received his masters orders
in the presence of Sir Charles Wilson, to treat
a brothers the English lawyers and surrender
to them the documents he had so faithfully
guarded. Arab described infinitely the differ
ent hiding places of the papers-in holes of the
wall, behind the backs of pictures, and in his
wile's dress; and the servant promised ODE
dience. Muhamed Ibn Ahmed has probably no
other property in the world than blue shirt
and ragged cloth coat to cover it, but neither
terrors nor brides could shake his allegiance to
his fallen but beloved MASTER 'Give me to-
night" he said. Ito open the receptacles tho
Pasha alludes to, and tomorrow morning the
papers are i'm your hands," 1 slept little that,
night, as felt how much depended on the re.
suit; the next morning | was very early with
Arab. From the window of the cell saw his
son and servant arrive. Invent down TO meet
Them The news they brought was not en-
cOuraging. Muhamed Tewlik' powerful agents
had snelt a rat, and palace emssaries during
the night had told the wife OF Arab that on the
morrow her husband would be surrendered to
the tender mercies of Abdul Hamd at Stam-i
boul. She had fled to friends house and
taken the papers with her. Your fathers
honor. and, perhaps, his life," told the son,
depends on your finding your mother. con-
jure you to lose no time. Three hours hence
and it may be too late" Muhaned Ibn Ahmed
Arab is slender dark Accomplishment youth Of
81. with one eye hopelessly destroyed. He has
always been his fathers darling. He grasped
my hand and said, am sure 1 can find her. but
grant me two hours delay and / will Join YOU
at Shepherds hotel-with the papers," Mu-
named lbn Ahmed Arab and his servant disap-
peared. and took up post of observation in
the well-knOwn and cool veranda of the great
Cairo hosiery. Hardly an hour had elapsed
when brougham was hastily driven to the door
and my friend Muhamed hastily descended, and,
carrying large parcel in his hand rushed up
the steps and into my room. Five minutes later
and was deep i'm the exhibits of my client All
med Arab. From wooden cloth, the distinc-
tive feature of which was yellow ace of spades,
the boy drew forth. one after another, his
fathers hidden papers. With Mr.. Napier's as
sistance, took them one after the other and
placed them i'm a case-flrmans. letters from
men in high places at the Imperial Ottoman
Court, DEGREES of the Ulema OF Egypt, covered
with hundreds of seals and signatures records
Of Cabinet Councils, and papers of every con-
celvable description. / must confess / never
shook hands with any one more cordially than
did with the faithful Muhamed Ibn Ahmed.
Two hours afterward the papers were in Her
Majesty's Consulate, initiated and numbered by
Sir Charles Wilson and myself. Time will show
the value of my rouUdiNe.