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AGNES AND THE TWISTED
TRUTH
RAVEN HILL FARM MYSTERIES
BOOK THREE
JANE E DREW
Copyright © 2023 by Jane E Drew
All rights reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or
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written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a
book review.
CONTENTS
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
CHAPTER 1
Q uinn headed home from the clinic, her mind still on the young
girl she had met that morning. It had been such an unusual
session. Never had she allowed her feelings to be seen to such a
degree by a patient. But it had seemed like the right thing to do
then, and it still felt that way to her now, so she would leave it at
that. Quinn was thankful that Sadie had sought treatment for her
granddaughter while she was still young. Quinn would arm Gracie
with much better insight to face the world. She certainly could have
done with more of that when she was young. Hadn’t she become a
psychologist to help others because she, herself, had so needed that
help? As Quinn turned into the driveway of the cottage, she shook
off those thoughts, knowing she could not share them with Fiona.
Maggie, Quinn’s Border Terrier, greeted her at the front door. She
reached down to pet the little dog as Wolfie, her next-door neighbor’
Irish Wolfhound, also loped into the room, gently wagging his tail.
Pike, Quinn’s raven, flew in, squawking a lively greeting, all of them
happy to see her. She could hear conversation coming from the
kitchen. Fiona sat at their large kitchen table, one leg crossed under
her. Her head bobbed up and down as she bantered with their
friends, Hattie and Margaret. Hattie, their next-door neighbor, was
busy pouring tea, and Margaret, who owned a bed and breakfast
nearby, was emptying a bag full of scones left over from the
morning’s breakfast. Margaret had been their first friend in Ireland
and an invaluable source of help since their move from Chicago to
Ballyfrannen. Quinn was surprised to find Agnes Meek seated at the
table.
Agnes looked at her sheepishly and said, “You mentioned I
should stop by some afternoon for tea with you and Fiona.”
“I did indeed, Agnes, and you are more than welcome.” Quinn
walked over and gave her a quick hug, and Agnes seemed to relax.
Quinn was glad to see her. Agnes had sought treatment from Quinn
at the clinic, but over time had also become a friend. Quinn grabbed
a scone from the bag and poured herself a cup of tea.
“What were you ladies talking about when I so rudely
interrupted?” Quinn stirred her tea and waited expectantly for
someone to answer.
Agnes was the first to speak. “Well, Quinn, I proceeded with the
plastic surgery I told you about. I had it almost a month ago. I’m
still a little tender but healing pretty well, I think.” Agnes pointed to
her stomach and breasts and under her arms.
Quinn took a good look at Agnes. Once severely obese, she was
now a normal weight. Her features, which had been obscured by the
weight, now revealed an attractive woman of about forty. Agnes had
certainly been through her trials in life, but she was doing well now,
thriving even. Quinn felt a kind of pride to have been a part of that
process.
“Gosh, Agnes, I’m so proud of you. You have done what few
people can. You certainly deserve a lot of credit.” Quinn meant every
word.
Agnes fairly beamed with pride. “You helped me, Quinn. I would
never have done it without you.”
“Well, for whatever part I played, you did the hard work. I hope
we’re not tempting you too much with Margaret’s delicious scones.”
Quinn smiled pleasantly at Agnes.
“I’ve learned I don’t need the entire bag of anything. One is
enough. I have other things to fill my life with.” Agnes smiled
mischievously.
“I sense that there’s a story there.” Fiona pointed her half-eaten
scone at Agnes. “Is there anything you’d like to share?”
“Well, I have met someone.” Agnes poked her finger in her cheek
and looked at the ceiling, smiling. “He lives in Skibbereen and works
in real estate. He’s a few years younger than me, but he’s really
nice. We’ve been seeing each other for a couple of months.” Agnes
looked at the women expectantly, eager for approval.
Quinn was the first to speak. “I think that’s wonderful, Agnes. I
hope we can meet him sometime.”
Agnes seemed relieved. “Oh, I would love that, Quinn! I was
considering having a party at my house this weekend. Would you all
like to come? And Margaret, I would want you to invite your brother.
Quinn, you could bring someone too if you wanted. Oh, and Hattie,
why don’t you bring Bruno Tricot? Everyone knows that man is in
love with you.”
Hattie looked startled, then pleased. “I might just do that, Agnes,
if you really don’t mind.”
Quinn frowned for a moment, not wanting to brooch the
awkward fact that Megan Murphy’s mother, Josie, was staying at
Agnes’s house. Megan had, not so long ago, tried to kill her and
Fiona.
As though reading her thoughts, Agnes added, “Oh, and Quinn, I
forgot to mention that Josie Murphy has moved to Australia with her
son. She said she needed a fresh start, and I was happy to give her
enough money to do just that.”
Quinn visibly relaxed and looked at Fee, who shrugged and then
nodded her head. She then looked at Margaret, who also nodded.
“That sounds like a great idea, Agnes. I think you can count us
all in.” Quinn smiled at Agnes.
Just then, the pigs, Hilda and Tam, began making an awful
racket. When Quinn ran out to check on them, she found Pike
hanging upside down, bat-like, swinging back and forth on a branch,
wings extended, right above their heads. This always scared the life
out of the two pigs, which Pike quite enjoyed. They ran around their
large enclosure, squealing with fright. Quinn sighed and called the
bird down to perch on her shoulder. Pike was quite pleased with
himself. Quinn tried not to laugh as she walked back to the cottage.
After Agnes left, Fiona, Quinn, Hattie, and Margaret moved to the
living room and the warmth of the fire. They sat in companionable
silence. Finally, it was Fiona who spoke.
“Quinnie, may I ask you a question?” Fiona spoke in a lilting
voice.
“Yes, but you scare me when you use that tone. You’re never
that nice unless you want something.” Quinn looked at her friend
suspiciously.
“Oh, that’s not true at all!” Fiona feigned astonishment. “I’m
always nice. Why wouldn’t I be nice to the best and dearest friend I
could ever hope to have?” Fiona blinked innocently.
Quinn sighed, “Okay, now I’m worried. What is it you’re after,
Fiona Fitzsimmons?”
Margaret, never one to beat about the bush, said, “Jesus God,
woman, out with it before I die of old age.”
“Alright, alright, calm down, the both of you.” Fiona rearranged
herself in her chair. “Quinn, what would you think about buying a
miniature donkey? I’m sure Margaret here would be an enormous
help in educating us about donkeys.” Fiona smiled at Margaret
sweetly.
“Well, you’d be dead wrong about that, so you would! I don’t
know a blessed thing about donkeys, miniature or otherwise. Never
touched one in me life.” Margaret looked insulted.
Fiona looked surprised. “I’m sorry, Margaret; I didn’t mean to
offend you. Is there something about donkeys you don’t like?”
Margaret burst out laughing. “You should see your face! I’m only
joking with ye. Of course, I know about donkeys. Sure, didn’t I grow
up riding one around my farm? They are wonderful animals, so they
are. As loyal and loving as any dog.”
Hattie shook her head. “You’re a bunch of eejits!” She laughed
good-naturedly and then took a sip of tea before adding, “You know,
Fee, I have a fondness for donkeys too. Are there any breeders
around the area that you know of? I’m more than willing to help
take care of it.”
“Hey, wait, don’t I have any say in this at all?” Quinn looked
indignant.
“Doesn’t look like it, Quinnie. Majority rule and all.” Fiona
shrugged her shoulders and then made a face at Quinn.
Quinn scowled, but then her face softened, as she had actually
been delighted at the thought of a pet donkey. “Wouldn’t one be
lonely, though? Maybe we should get two?”
Margaret hit the table next to her. “Oh, Jesus, god, go on with ye
then!”
All four women began to excitedly discuss the prospect of
donkeys. Margaret knew a breeder in the area. They discussed
which of the remaining outbuildings would be best for housing them
and how much of an enclosure they would need. Margaret promised
to send Daniel out the next day to give his opinion. Fiona quickly
agreed that she would need his help.
Quinn sat back and stared at the fire as the women continued
chatting. Again, she thought how different her life was from the one
she had led in Chicago, and again, she was so grateful she had
found this new life in Ireland.
CHAPTER 3
Q uinn pulled into Agnes’s driveway and sped towards the house.
She saw two Garda vehicles parked near the door and was
grateful they had already arrived. When she reached the front door,
Dermot Brennan blocked her entry. “You can’t come in here, missus.
This is a crime scene.” Dermot put his hands on his hips, bobbing up
and down as he spoke and giving Quinn a stern look.
“I’m here as her therapist, Dermot. Agnes needs me right now.
Let me by.” Quinn gave Dermot an even sterner look.
Dermot sighed and dropped his shoulders. “Oh, okay, but if I get
into trouble, it’s your fault.”
Quinn fairly bolted up the stairs and into Agnes’s bedroom. Agnes
sat in a chair on the other side of the room near her fireplace.
Several people were attending to Cormac as he lay motionless on
the bed. Quinn pulled a chair over and sat down facing Agnes.
Agnes hardly registered her presence. “Agnes, I’m here; it’s Quinn.
Can you look at me?” Quinn took hold of both of Agnes’ hands.
“Agnes, please look at me.” Agnes looked up and blinked, then rolled
her eyes as she made them bigger. This was the coping strategy of
the old, troubled Agnes.
“I’m fine, Dr. Langston, just fine. Don’t worry about me. I hardly
knew that fella. What do I care if he’s dead?” Agnes blinked and
looked away.
Quinn swore silently. Agnes had pulled herself out of a near-
constant depression from her horrible childhood, and now this.
“Agnes, tell me what happened. Can you at least look at me?”
Nothing. Quinn continued to hold Agnes’s hands, feeling helpless.
Finally, she caught the eye of one of the officers. “Is it okay if I take
her to my house?”
“And what, exactly, do you think you’re doing?” A female officer
who seemed in charge had walked over to where Quinn and Agnes
sat.
“I’m Dr. Langston, Agnes’s therapist. I wondered if I could take
her to my home for now. I think I need to get her out of here. She’s
in shock.”
“Oh, I know who you are, ‘Prominent psychologist from the
States’ with her name in the paper.” The officer looked at Quinn with
a sneer on her face. “Is that what you’re thinking? Just up and take
her wherever you like. Well, I think she’s a murder suspect who we
haven’t questioned yet. So why, exactly, should I be letting her take
off with the likes of ye?”
Quinn had nothing but contempt for bullies. Bullies, as parents,
had caused her childhood trauma, and the anger from that kicked in.
She slowly rose from her chair and stepped closer to the officer.
“Well then, if this good woman has a psychotic break, I guess we
will know whom to blame. As you said, I’ve had my name in the
paper; The Irish Times knows who I am. When I tell them how a
surly officer was so negligent and uncaring about a woman in acute
distress, I’m sure they’ll be happy to listen. And maybe then you’ll
get your name in the paper!” Quinn stood face-to-face with the
officer.
The woman laughed uneasily. “Oh, … I’m sure you’ve
misunderstood me. I was only going to ask for your address, so, so
we would know how to reach this, eh… this good woman, as you
say.”
“Dermot knows where I live.” With that, Quinn took Agnes by the
elbow and fairly lifted her from the chair. “Come on, Agnes, I’m
getting you out of here,” Quinn whispered the words into Agnes’s ear
and headed towards the door.
Once home, Quinn helped Agnes out of the car and got her
settled by the fire in the living room. Agnes hadn’t spoken at all on
the drive or since being in the house, and Quinn was quite
concerned about her. She decided not to question her anymore. She
would instead just sit with her quietly for a while. Fiona sat on the
sofa, also looking worried.
Finally, Agnes spoke. “Do you see, Dr. Langston? I wasn’t meant
to be happy. I’ve done bad things, and I’m being punished. I
deserve to be punished.”
“That’s not true, Agnes. You haven’t done bad things. You don’t
deserve to be punished. What happened to your sister all those
years ago wasn’t your fault. Agnes, look at me. Don’t let this derail
all the progress you’ve made. I’ll help you figure this out. It’s going
to be okay, Agnes, trust me.” Quinn looked at Fiona. Fiona, reading
her thoughts, nodded in agreement. They would make sure the
Garda sorted this out, or they would do it themselves.
The next morning, Agnes seemed a bit more herself. Quinn set
about fixing her some eggs and toast. As they both sat eating their
breakfast, Quinn tried to question Agnes again.
“Agnes, I need to talk to you about Cormac.” Quinn paused for a
moment, then continued. “What do you think happened to him? Do
you have any idea? Did he have any medical conditions that you
know of?”
Agnes continued eating for a few moments and then sat her fork
down. “Quinn, I honestly do not know what to think. We had gone
out to dinner the night before, and he seemed fine. Maybe he drank
a little too much, but I did too. He wasn’t sick when we went to bed,
but when I woke up, he was just lying there, staring at the ceiling.
His eyes were open, and… he reminded me of my… my sister. Her
eyes were open, too, when I found her in the stream.” Agnes again
began to stare and blink in the odd way she had when Quinn had
first begun treating her.
“Agnes, stay with me. It’s going to be okay. We’ll get this figured
out.” Quinn was determined to do just that.
CHAPTER 7
A gnes stared out the window of Quinn’s office. She sat slumped
in her chair, looking defeated and miserable. Her experience
with Cormac had taken its toll. Quinn had told her, as gently as she
could, how Cormac had taken advantage of other women he met on
dating sites and of his plans for her. She knew it was better that she
heard it from her in therapy. Quinn would do her best to help Agnes
process these awful truths. Now, Agnes not only grieved Cormac’s
death but also felt that the life she had dreamed of with him had
never been real. She reverted to her old coping skills, putting on
weight and wearing too much make–up and perfume. She was more
the woman she had been when Quinn had first begun treating her.
Her strange habit of enlarging her eyes, blinking, and staring off into
space, was also back. Quinn was more than a little concerned.
“How has your week been, Agnes? Have you got out any?” Quinn
waited for a response. When there was none, she continued, “You
know there’s a jazz festival in Ballydehob this weekend. Would you
like to go with Fiona and me?”
“Will there be food?” Agnes smiled at Quinn to let her know she
was joking.
This response heartened Quinn. “Sure, there will be lots of food.
I intend to pig out myself. Please go with us, Agnes. The weather is
supposed to be great, and Ballydehob is such a wonderful little
village. It’ll be fun.”
“I’ll think about it, Dr. Langston.” Agnes seemed more
comfortable calling Quinn Dr. Langston when they were in her office.
The rest of the session passed with Quinn having varying
degrees of success at drawing the real Agnes out.
Quinn’s next patient was Gracie Fitzgerald. Quinn always looked
forward to her visits. She would spend the first part of their session
teaching Gracie things like what true self-esteem looked like and
how to know when to have empathy, and when to realize you were
being used. She wanted to educate the young girl on people’s
actions aligning with their words. If they didn’t, you needed to
believe their actions. This was something she had struggled with in
the past and still struggled with. Anyone who used people pleasing
as a coping mechanism struggled with these issues. She hoped that
learning these lessons early would help Gracie grow boundaries that
would save her anguish in the future.
Quinn had just finished one of her ‘long-winded lectures,’ as
Gracie called them. Now they sat looking at each other. Gracie
twirled in her chair as she also twirled her hair. She was vigorously
chewing the ever-present wad of gum. Quinn had to laugh. “Do you
get anything out of what I’m saying, or am I just talking to myself?”
Quinn smiled at Gracie as she waited for a response.
“Of course, I get what you’re saying. Just yesterday, Tory was
trying to get me to come over to her house when she knew I needed
to study for a test. She pretended like she wanted to help me study,
but she actually wanted me to run around town with her. There’s a
new boy at our school that she likes. His mam owns the new bakery
that just opened. Tory is forever finding an excuse to go in there,
even though she never buys anything.” Gracie transferred her gum
to the other side of her mouth and then continued. “Anyway, I knew
what she was up to, and I told her no because her actions, for
certain, didn’t match up with her words.” Gracie stopped twirling her
chair and looked at Quinn with an expectant expression.
Quinn laughed again. “Okay, I will give you massive credit for the
bright, intuitive girl you are.”
Gracie seemed satisfied and resumed spinning in her chair. Then
her expression changed. “I think there is something I ought to tell
you. I would only be telling you because I think it’s something you
should know, not to get anyone in trouble. I wouldn’t want to be
doing that.” Gracie looked at Quinn to gauge her reaction. “It’s about
someone I saw here at the clinic when I was in the waiting room. I
saw them come out of your office.”
“If there is something you think you should tell me, then I hope
you will. Why do you think it would get them into trouble?” Quinn
waited for Gracie to speak.
Gracie looked worried. “Because I saw them stealing, shoplifting,
actually.”
Quinn was a little jolted by this information but tried to keep her
demeanor pleasant. “I think it would probably be a good idea if you
told me who you saw and what they stole.” Quinn smiled at Gracie.
“You know me well enough to understand I have no interest in
getting anyone into trouble.”
Gracie seemed to relax. “Well, so…, I was in the new bakery with
Tory the other day. You know, the one I was just telling you about.
And well, this well-dressed lady was in there, and did she ever have
on a lot of perfume! And you won’t believe it,” Gracie again paused,
looked at Quinn, and switched her gum to her other cheek. “As I
was saying, you won’t believe what this lady was doing. She was
taking bread and other things off the shelves and putting them into
her bag. When Jake’s… that’s the boy Tory likes, … when Jake’s
mother wasn’t looking. I didn’t know what to do, so I did nothing.”
Gracie sighed and looked at Quinn, as though relieved to be done
with her story.
Quinn sat back in her chair, knowing, of course, who Gracie had
seen shoplifting in the bakery. “Telling me was the right thing to do,
Gracie, and I’m proud of you for doing that. I’ll handle this, and no
one will ever find out you told me, and I’ll reimburse Jake’s mother
for what was stolen. As you realize, this woman is a patient of mine.
Don’t worry anymore about it, Gracie. Leave the rest to me.”
As Quinn drove home, she was more than worried about what
Gracie had seen. Agnes had never mentioned shoplifting in the past.
Was this something new or an old behavior that had resurfaced? She
wished she could discuss this new information with Fiona and Hattie,
but since it had come from Gracie, she would not.
CHAPTER 10
C⸺, Major, 3
Cah (Kah), 174
Calico printers, 200
rinsers, 193
Call to the bath, 72
Camel, bite of the, 243
fight, 242
tics, 392
Camels, mode of procuring fighting, 242
Campanile, the, Julfa, 157
Camp out, 348
Captain Burke, 344
Hansard, 343
S⸺, 179
T⸺, R.E., 278
Carapet, Mr., 357
Caravanserai Gulshan, 200
Mokhlis, 182
Carboys, 236
Card-playing, 96
Carpets, Persian, 149;
1883, 150
all wool, 151
Bath, 152
colours of, 150
fast colours, 149
faults in, 150
“Gelīm,” 152
increase in price of, 153
“Jejīm,” 152
Meshed, 149
mode of laying, 152
“Nammad,” 152
of great value, 151
of Mūrghāb, 151
old, 149
patterns of, 150
quality of, 150
value, 151
why they last, 150
Carvings, Abadeh, 332
Cashmere shawls, 274
Caspian steamer, 211
Cathedral of Julfa, 100
Cats, long-haired, 305
ordinary, 305
Causeways, 198
Cavalry, irregular, 266
Cells of students, 197
Cemetery, Armenian, 162
Chaff beds, 20, 25
Chah Ali Bunder, 275
Chambers, Captain, 127, 176
Character of Armenians, 316
Persians, 314
Char Bagh, 135, 196
Chardūr, 325
Chargāt, the, 322
Charlesiah, 132
Charms, 291
Cheap freehold, a, 206
Cheapness of ice, 240
Cheese, tale of the phantom, 172
Chelinjeh Khan, 223
Chess, 97
Chibouque, 32
Children, dress of, 325
Cholar wine, 229
grape, 232
Cholera, 224
Chuppering, rules of, 259
Chupper khana, interior, 25
a, 386
whip, 22
Church Missionary Establishment, 165
Church Missionary Schools, 144, 163
Church Missionary Society, educational work of, 144
Church of England, 166
Jesuits, 143
Civil suits, 189
Claim to sanctity of Armenians, 73
Classical Persian, 278
Clay biscuits, 334
Cleanliness of Persians, 316
Clemency, royal, 317
Climate, variable, 339
Clothes of Persians, 318
Cocculus indicus, 129
Coffee à la Turca, 6
Coinage, new, 371
Collars, difficulty of washing, 153
College at Ispahan, 196
Teheran, 338
Collins, Sergeant, 293
place of murder of, 351
Colonel Prideaux, 346
Colt, anecdote of a, 103
grey, 239
Comfort of travelling, 55
Common flowers, 172
Complexion of women, 324
Compliments, Persian, 28
Concubines, 326
Confiscation, 155
Constantinople, 5
Conversation with king’s son, 165
Cook, my, tries to take priest’s orders, 139
Cooks, 297
Cook-shops, 298
Coral reef, 342
Cossack regiments, 370
Cost of living, 186
Costume, Persian, 317
of women, 322
Court costume, 50
Courtiers, 199
Cream, mode of obtaining, 171
Credit, 188
Crickets, mole, 216
Crops, 173
Croquet lawn, 167
Crucifixions, 204
Cruelty to horses, 329
to a nun, 140
to Yari, 78
Cruelties to Mirza Naim, 272
Crying off, 188
Cucumber jam, 92
Cuisine, Persian, 296
Curdled milk, 171
Curio buying, 332
Curious accident, 128
ring, 376
Cursing Baab, 155
Curtain in Armenian church, 140
Custom-house, 267
Custom of Shiraz, 379
the Kūrūk, 370
Cut straw, 174
Cyrus, tomb of, 355
D⸺, Mr., 51
Damage to telegraph line, 113
Damascening, 189
Dar, the, 201, 282
Darius, treasure of, 78
Daroga, the, 371
Day in Ispahan, 200
Day of Judgment, picture of the, 161
Debauchee, a, 244
Decorated pond, 50
Decorations, church interior, 160
Dehbeed, 356
tax-man at, 133
Delleh, 69
Demarvend, 373
Dervish and puppets, tale of, 285
at tomb of Hafiz, 278
Dervishes, 42
at Tazzia, 281
garden, 46
hats, 44
horn, 46
mode of begging, 44
vices, 46
vows, 43
Desht-i-arjeen, 350
Diana, temple of, reputed, 107
Dig for treasure, we, 79
Dilgoosha, 220, 274
Dinner on road, 107
sent away, 245
with a Persian prince, 114
Discipline, 71
Disguise of robbers, 264
Dispensary, my, 200
over the prison, 182
Doctors, 33
Doctors, studies of, 338
Dog-cart, my, 248
Dog, loss of, 129
Dogs, varieties of, 306
Doherty, Mr., 401
Dome, tiled, 196
Donkeys, 365
handsome, 342
Doogh, 171
Doong, 391
Door, substitute for, 394
Doors at Erzeroum, 213
silver, 196
Double snipe, 107
Dozd-gah, 262
Dr. Hoernle, 163
Dr. Odling, 351
Dressel’s, 408
Dresses of honour, 51
Dress of dervishes, 43
Dried bread, 336
fruits, preparing, 169
Drink in Julfa, 141
Drive to Ispahan, 373
Drunkards, Persian, 141
Dubbeh, 188
Ducks, wild, 176
Dunaberg, 407
Dung beetles, 216
Duration of journey, 412
Durbend, 404
Dyah, 326
Dying twice, 203
G⸺, Colonel, 2
G⸺, Mr., 97
Gambling in Pera, 9
Game, 299
Games, 97
Gardening, 309
Garden-parties, 311
Gardens at Shiraz, 223
Gate of Royal Garden, 198
Gelim, 152
Georgian ladies, 17
Gersteiger Khan, the Baron, 370
Gez, 158, 383
Ghilān shoes, 399
Gholam, a bold, 178
Girls’ school, 165
Goggles, 54
Golden pipes, 112
Goldsmid, Sir F., 56, 157, 417
Goor Khur, 308
Gougas, 127
Governor of Fars, 135
Fussa, 244
Governor’s garden, 199
Grain, extracting, 174
stores, curious, 385
Grape feeding of horses, 103
sugar, 171
Grapes as horse feed, 171
varieties of, 171
Grateful Armenian, 93
Graves, Armenian, 162
Great square of Teheran, 52
Gregor, Saint, 160
Greyhounds, 305
“Grimes,” 344
Guebre-abad, 385
Guebre gardener, 369
Gulf Arabs, 106
Gulhaek, 369
road, 36
Gūlpigon, 127, 132
Gulshan caravanserai, 200
Gūmrūkji, anecdote of a, 237
Gun at sunset, 284
Gunge, a, 77
Guns, blowing from, 202
Gurken, 216
Gymnastics, 98
I am mobbed, 82
I am robbed, 263
Ibrahim, 383
Ice, cheapness of, 246
mode of making, 241
Ices, 240
I commence the cornet, 72
I decorate a house, 206
Idleness of Armenians, 359
I fall among brigands, 259
Illness, 207
of Zil-es-Sultan, 255
Imādieh, 118
Imād-u-Dowlet, 108
looted, 119
Imād-u-Dowlet’s bad son, 124
Imām-i-Juma, 153, 199
Imām Riza, 387
Imāmzādeh Hāshem, 400
Immorality of Armenians, 138
pigeon-flying, 94
Impregnable village, 262
Impromptu entertainment, 312
Indelicate dress of ladies, 40
Indian lottery, 340
Industry of Armenian women, 360
Infants, 325
Inlaid work, 332
Interest, rate of, 76
Interior of house of a grandee, 39
mosque, 97
Intricate carpentry, 39
Intrigues of Shiraz women, 276
Ironing, 333
Iron poles, 301
Irregular cavalry, 266
Irreligion common, 339
Irrigation, artificial, 127
Iskender, 378
Ispahan, 215
arrival at, 135
Ispahan bridge, 135
cobs, 105
Ispahani, honesty of, 192
Ispahan priests, 197
start for, 127
Istikhara, 277
Istikhbal, 56, 109