Part 12 (1/2)
”I have found a tomb, honored Sitt,” he whispered. ”Will you come, before the others find it and claim a share of the baksheesh?”
I looked around. Emerson must have taken the visitors into the pyramid,- they were nowhere in sight. Daoud was directing a group of workers who were investigating the tombs next to the causeway that led from the pyramid to the river. ”Where is it?” I asked
”Not far, honored Sitt. Near the Tomb of the Geese” He was referring to one of the most famous tombs of Meidum, from which had come the lovely painting now in the Cairo Museum. It was located in the mastaba field almost due north of the pyramid A crew under Abdullah was at work in the area, searching for other tomb entrances, this man must be part of that crew. His surrept.i.tious manner and look of suppressed excitement suggested that he had come on something remarkable enough to merit a sizable reward. Naturally he did not want to share it with the others
Antic.i.p.ation thrilled through my limbs as I pictured marvels equaling the geese, or even the life-sized painted statues of a n.o.ble couple that had been found in another mastaba in the same cemetery. Rising, I gestured to him to lead on.
The guttural chanting of Daoud's crew gradually faded as we scrambled over the fallen rocks and rough ground at the base of the pyramid. We were close to the northeast corner of the structure when my guide stopped. He held out his hand. ”Sitt,” he began.
”No,” I said in Arabic. ”No baksheesh until you have shown me the tomb.”
He took a step toward me, smiling as sweetly as a shy maiden.
Then I heard a sound like the sharp crack of a whip. A rolling rumble of falling stone followed, as a rain of rocks and pebbles struck the ground behind me. My guide took to his heels. I could hardly blame him. Looking up in some annoyance, I saw a round, alarmed face peering down from the top of the slope, which was almost fifty feet above me at that point.
”Ach, Himmel, Frau Professor- verzeiben Sie, bitte! I did not see you. Are you damaged? Are you fainting with fear?” I did not see you. Are you damaged? Are you fainting with fear?”
He came scrambling down the slope as he spoke, waving his arms to keep his balance, and starting another miniature avalanche.
”Neither,” I replied. ”No thanks to you, Herr Schmidt. What the dev------ That is, what were you shooting at? For pity's sake, put your revolver away before you drill a hole through me or yourself.”
Coloring, the young man returned his weapon to its holster. ”It was eine eine Gazelle Gazelle- a . . . How do you call it?”
”Nonsense. It could not have been a gazelle, they are timid creatures who would not venture so close to humans. You tried to shoot some poor villager's goat, Herr Schmidt. Luckily for you, you missed it, the world's finest marksman could not hit such a distant target with a pistol.”
My lecture was interrupted by Emerson, who came rus.h.i.+ng toward us demanding to know who had shot at what and why. My explanation did nothing to relieve his tender anxiety,- turning to his German colleague, who had been close on his heels, he burst into a storm of complaint
”Sie baben recbt, Herr Professor,” Schmidt murmured submissively Schmidt murmured submissively ”Ich bin tin vollendetes Rindvieb.” ”Ich bin tin vollendetes Rindvieb.”
”You are making a great fuss about nothing, Emerson,” I said. ”The bullet came nowhere near me.”
”In short, no harm was done or intended,” said Professor Eberfelt, coming to the defense of his colleague.
”Except that my guide was frightened away,” I added. ”Let us see if we can find him and rea.s.sure him. He had found a new tomb which he was about to show me.”
But neither the guide nor the tomb he had mentioned was to be found, though we searched for some time ”Perhaps he will return tomorrow, once he has got over his fright,” I said at last ”He was young, and appeared to be very timid.”
Our visitors did not linger, the boat they had hired awaited them, and they meant to return to Cairo that night. Watching the donkeys disappear into the darkening shadows of the east, Emerson stroked his chin, as was his habit when deep in thought.
”I think we have done enough here, Peabody,” he said ”The Luxor-Cairo train stops at Rikka in the morning. Shall we be on it?”
I could see no reason why not.
My first act upon reaching the hotel was to request the safragi to run a nice hot bath for me As I luxuriated in the scented water Emerson looked through the letters and messages that had arrived in our absence and reported their contents to me, with appropriate comments ”Will we dine with Lady Wallingford and her daughter? No, we will not. Captain and Mrs. Richardson look forward to the pleasure of our company at their soiree . . . They will look in vain. Mr. Vincey hopes we will do him the honor of lunching with him on Thursday . . It is an honor he has not earned. The Solicitor General . . Aha! A grain of wheat among all this chaff! A letter from Chalfont.”
”Open it,” I called. A ripping sound told me he had already done so. The epistle was a sort of round-robin, begun by Evelyn and added to by the others. Evelyn's and Walter's contributions were short, intended only to rea.s.sure us that all was well with them and their charges. Nefret's brief message was something of a disappointment to me, it sounded like a duty note from a child to a relation she does not much like. I reminded myself that I ought not to have expected anything else. She had been taught to read and write English by her father, but she had not had much occasion to practice that skill. It would be some time before she learned to express herself gracefully and at length.
Ramses's contribution made up for any deficiency in the latter quality at least. I could see why he had asked to be the last to write, for his comments were, to say the least, more candid than those of his aunt.
”Rose does not like it here. She does not say that, but her mouth always looks as if she has been eating pickled onions. I think the difficulty is that she does not get on with Ellis. Ellis is Aunt Evelyn's new maid. She came from the gutter, like the others.”