Nothing is the Number When You Die — Joan Fleming

Nuri Bey saw something floating towards him on the current. It appeared to be something in a boat, some cross-shaped object. He approached more closely as it bobbed and bowed with the tide. What he thought he saw was too fantastic to be believed: the mast of the small water-logged fishing boat formed the upright of a cross - and on it hung a naked man. A traditional Turkish method of dealing with an enemy ... 'Pleasingly offbeat' Observer 'Wit and humour - a real piece of Turkish delight' BBC