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Nefret’s lip curled. “A woman wouldn’t hold such an important position. The Turks and the Germans, and all the rest of the male population of the world, think they’re only good for wheedling information out of the men they seduce.” After a moment she added, “Present company excepted.”
“Hmph,” said Emerson. “We’ve known a few women who were good for more than that. What’s the use of speculating? We will know tomorrow. Come and give me a hand, Ramses, I want to have a closer look at the statue before we leave for Giza .”
The statue stood where the men had left it, still swathed in its wrappings. After these were removed we all stood in admiring silence for a time. The statue was an idealized image of a man who was also a god, and it radiated dignity. The sure outlines of eyes and mouth, the perfectly proportioned torso and arms were in the best traditions of Old Kingdom sculpture. Some authorities believe that Egyptian art attained its highest perfection in this period. At that moment I would have agreed with them.
“It’s beautiful,” Nefret murmured. “I suppose it will go to the Museum?”
“Undoubtedly,” Ramses replied. “Unless we can come up with something even finer that Quibell might be persuaded to take instead.”
“No chance of that,” Emerson grunted. “If we had half a dozen of them he might let us have one. We won’t find any more, though.”
“Don’t you want me to take photographs?” Nefret asked.
“Later. Collect your arsenal, Peabody , and let’s go.”
I had to retrieve my sword parasol from Jamal, the gardener, who also acted as handyman. He was Selim’s second or third cousin once or twice removed, a slender stripling as handsome as Selim but without the latter’s ambition and energy. I had explained to him about my parasol release sticking, and he had assured me it would be child’s play for a man of his expertise to fix it. I tested it, of course, and was pleased and surprised to find that it was now working properly.
Selim and the rest of the crew were at the site when we arrived. Nefret left us soon after midday , by which time the men had reached bedrock. The cut blocks lining the shaft ended there, but the shaft went on down into the underlying stone of the plateau.
“It ca
“Bah,” said my husband. “It could be another two meters. Or three, or four, or—”
Selim groaned.
“And,” said Emerson remorselessly, “you will have to set a guard tonight, and every succeeding night until we have finished with the burial chamber. After the find we made yesterday, every ambitious thief in the area will want to have a go at it.”
“But we have found nothing else,” Selim said. “Only the statue.”
“Yes,” said Emerson.
We went on for a few more hours without reaching the bottom of the shaft. Glancing at the sun, from whose position he could tell time almost as accurately as he read a watch, Emerson called a halt to the work. When I expressed my surprise—for surely we now could not be far from the burial chamber—he gave me a sour look.
“We have an errand in the city, in case you have forgotten. I must say it would be a pleasant change to have one season without these confounded distractions.”
I ignored this complaint, which I had heard often. “And after we have done our errand?” I inquired, giving him a meaningful look.
“I don’t know what the devil you mean,” said Emerson grumpily.
“I do,” said Ramses, who had just joined us. “And the answer is no, Mother. I have already told Fatima I will be dining out this evening. Alone.”
“Oh, is that what you meant?” Emerson beetled his brows at me. “The answer is no, Peabody .”
Naturally I did not intend to let them bully me. I bided my time, however, until after we had bathed and changed. Nefret had not returned. After the customary squawks and squeals and misco
When I joined Emerson and Ramses I discovered that they had arrived at a compromise, as Emerson termed it. We would all dine out together and then Ramses would go on to wherever he was going.
“It makes good sense, you see,” Emerson explained.
“In what way?”
Pretending he had not heard, Emerson hastily got into the driver’s seat. I ordered Ramses to sit in the to
“Are you carrying a firearm?” I inquired.
“Good God, no. The last thing I want to do is shoot someone.”
“Take mine, then.” I reached into my handbag.
“No, thank you.” He caught hold of my wrist. “That little Ladysmith of yours is one of the most ineffective weapons ever invented. I ca
“I usually don’t,” I admitted. “But if someone has you in a death grip—”
“A knife is more efficient. Anyhow, the trick is to put the other fellow out of commission before he gets hold of you. Mother, what else have you got in that satchel? It is four times the size of your usual evening bag.”
Before I could prevent him he had inserted his hand. “As I suspected,” he said, pulling out a fold of rusty-black cloth. “You are not going with me tonight, so put the idea out of your head. How would it look for Wardani to bring a woman with him?”
“Tell me where you are going, then, and what you expect will occur.”
“Very well.”
In my surprise I inhaled a bit of my veiling and had to extract it from my mouth before I spoke. “What, no argument?”
“Since you already know more than you ought,” said my son, “it is only sensible to tell you what more you need to know. We three will be seen dining in public and leaving the hotel together; I will slip away and you and Father will go directly home. The rendezvous is the ruined mosque near Burckhardt’s grave. Father knows the place. And you needn’t come along to protect me. David will be there, in safe concealment. He refused to let me go alone.”
“God bless the boy,” I murmured.
“Let us hope He will,” said Ramses.
We went first to the bank, which was on the Sharia Qasr el-Nil. The transaction did not take long. None of Emerson’s transactions take long. When we came out, Emerson was carrying my “satchel,” as Ramses had termed it. A thousand pounds in gold weighs considerable.
It was only a short drive from the bank to the Savoy Hotel, where, as Emerson now condescended to inform me, we were dining. I did not ask him why, since he would have told me a pack of lies and I had no doubt his true motive would become apparent in due course. The Savoy was favored by the “Best People” of Cairo officialdom and by British officers.
I believe that none of the persons present will ever forget the sight of Emerson striding into the Savoy carrying a large black satin handbag trimmed with jet beads. Few men but Emerson would have done it. No man but Emerson could have done it with such aplomb. After we had been shown to a table he put the handbag on the floor under the table and planted both feet firmly upon it.
“Are you trying to provoke someone into robbing us?” I inquired. “You might as well have held up a placard a
“Yes,” said Emerson, opening his menu.
“Not much likelihood of that,” Ramses said. “No robber would rob the Father of Curses.”