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CHAPTER 12

A wild mountain cat crept closer and closer, and Ihsan began to pet it, and give it bits of white cheese. It was so quiet that we were surrounded by the sound of the cat’s purr.

Mary Lee Settle, Turkish Reflections

In the midst of Cağaloğlu, the newspaper publishing area on the hill going up from the Spice Market, Haldun Kutlu smoked and read, made edit marks on a printout, and called for an assistant to take the copy to the reporter.

The only other chair in the book-cluttered office was occupied by a regal white cat, one eye blue and one green. Sultana had the run of Cümhüriyet, but she claimed Haldun as her special friend and his office as her personal (daytime) space. Every evening, Haldun put her back into a basket to take the ferry ride to Üsküdar where he lived with Ayla Hanım, his wife. Sultana thus lived in Europe by day and Asia by night. People on both continents gave her respect—and treats.

Sultana’s dignity befitted her royal heritage—that of the famous Van cats from Lake Van in the east. White cats that could swim and had varicolored eyes.

Today Haldun was too engrossed to give Sultana her usual petting. He had a few things on his mind.

Especially, he was worried about what had happened to Peter Franklin.