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ewhat monotonous sound。 All the elements I have described were present in Emerson's sketch； which meant that this object was truly unusual； undamaged； and intact。
〃Couldn't get the face right；〃 Emerson admitted。 〃It's very beautiful。 Obviously from a royal workshop。〃
〃And made for a royal woman；〃 Ramses said。 〃I admire your forbearance； Father； I'd have been strongly tempted to take this。 It ought to be in a museum。〃
〃It will be；〃 Emerson assured him； with a snap of his teeth。 〃We'll give the Albions plenty of rope； before we pull the noose tight。 There can be no doubt； Jamil's tomb is that of one of the Divine Wives of Amon； and if these small objects are representative of the contents； Heaven only knows what else may be there。〃
Cyrus let out a low moan。 〃I'd sell my soul for a find like that。 And if Joe Albion gets to it first； I'll strangle him with my bare hands。〃
Next day I penned a courteous note to Mrs。 Albion thanking her for her delightful party。 It was somewhat hypocritical； as Emerson was quick to point out； but in my opinion a certain amount of hypocrisy is necessary in maintaining the social amenities。 If everyone said exactly what he or she thought of everyone else； there would be no social amenities。
〃Anyhow；〃 I added； folding the note； 〃breaking off relations with the Albions would be a serious error until we get the goods on them。〃
We went to work as usual； but did not acplish a great deal。 Emerson's discovery of the artifacts had whetted his appetite and stimulated his imagination。 He tried to concentrate on the work at hand； but he would stop from time to time and stare off into space； mumbling to himself。 How well I understood！ The broken mud…brick walls of Deir el Medina were so pitiful in parison to golden dreams of a royal tomb。
Jumana had e late to breakfast； looking so woebegone and red around the eyes that Sennia demanded to know where it hurt and what she could do to make it better。 Nefret distracted the child by describing the decorations of the ballroom and the lavish menu； and the Great Cat of Re provided an additional diversion by appearing with an agitated mouse in its mouth。 With Sennia's assistance Ramses managed to pry the cat's jaws apart and remove the mouse； which he carried outside and released； to the utter disgust of Horus。 I hoped that the presentation of unharmed； living prey was not being a habit with the confounded cat。 Horus at least had the decency to dispose of his in private。
I decided to say no more to Jumana。 She had been punished by our bined disapproval and Nefret's tongue…lashing； and after all； she had not mitted a serious misdemeanor； only an error in judgment understandable in a young girl。 After having been raised in one society she had had to learn the ways of another； and since she had only been acquainted with men whose moral sensibilities were irreproachable； it was not surprising that she should have misunderstood the despicable intentions of Sebastian Albion。
She accepted the tedious task of sifting the fill without plaint and worked steadily all morning。 When we stopped for luncheon she sat to one side； her eyes downcast； and Cyrus； kindhearted individual that he was； made an attempt to cheer her up。
〃How about helping me this afternoon？〃 he asked。 〃You've been at that rubbish dump all morning。 That all right with you； Emerson？〃
〃Certainly； certainly；〃 said my equally tenderhearted husband。
〃You were asking the other day about the theodolite；〃 Bertie said。 〃I'll show you how to use it； if you like。〃
It was the first remark he had addressed to her； for she had kept out of his way。 Her expressive face brightened。
〃Thank you。 You are very kind。〃
By the end of the day she had recovered her good spirits。 Whether she had had the decency to apologize to Bertie I did not know； but she was painstakingly polite to him and he responded like the nice lad he was； with no evidence of hard feelings。
Several days passed without our hearing a word from the Albions； to the disappointment of Emerson； who had rather hoped they would notice that the stolen objects had been disturbed。 If they questioned the sufragi who had found him trying to open the lock they would know the identity of the intruder。
〃The sufragi wouldn't betray the Father of Curses；〃 said Ramses。 〃You ought to have left your card。〃
Emerson curled his lip in acknowledgment of this touch of humor。
〃Why stir them up？〃 Nefret asked。 〃They've abandoned their plans to excavate。 Perhaps they've given up on finding the tomb。〃
〃No； they have not；〃 Emerson grumbled。 〃Selim says they have hired that rascal Mohammed Hammad as their dragoman。 He came back from wherever he was as soon as he got the word that Jamil was dead。 He's no more a dragoman than I am an opera singer。〃
〃He's a thief；〃 I agreed。 〃But you may be sure he doesn't know any more about Jamil's tomb than we do。 He'd have been looting it before this if he did。〃
The weather had turned unusually hot for that time of year。 Even the nights were still and warm。 We were all affected by it to some extent； except for Emerson； who never feels the heat and who can sleep through an earthquake。 Never would I relinquish the fort of my husband's presence； but I must say that lying next to him was rather like being in close proximity to an oven。 After several restless nights； I had just got to sleep … or so it felt … when he mumbled loudly in my ear。 It was the too…familiar refrain： 〃Hand of the god 。 。 。 what 。 。 。 where？〃
I gave him a rather sharp poke。 He rolled over； shoving me to the edge of the bed。
Wide awake and somewhat vexed； I abandoned any hope of repose。 I went to the window and leaned out。 The room was still dark but there was a freshness in the air that betokened the ing of dawn。 It cooled my warm cheeks； and my temper。 I had been standing there for several minutes when I heard the creak of an opening door。 It was the door at the far end of the courtyard。 I had been meaning to have Ali oil the hinges。
It was light enough by now for me to see dim shapes。 There were two of them in the doorway； huddled close together。 A whisper reached my ears； one form vanished； the other moved slyly and quietly toward the house。
I saw no need to wake Emerson； it is a laborious process at best； and I preferred to deal with this myself。 I waited until she had almost reached her window before I climbed out of mine。 She let out a stifled shriek and turned to flee； but I was too quick for her。
〃Where have you been？〃 I demanded； seizing her in a firm grip。
〃I … I …〃 Invention failed； she gasped； 〃Oh； Sitt Hakim； you frightened me！〃
〃Where have you been； Jumana？〃
〃Only for a walk。 It was hot。 I could not sleep。〃
〃You were with a man。 Don't lie； I saw him。〃
〃I did nothing wrong。 Please believe me！〃
〃So you have said before。 What precisely did you do？〃
〃I … I promised I would not tell。 I gave my word！〃
Exasperation had caused me to raise my voice； and defiance； as I thought it； had caused her to raise hers。 A grumble and a thrashing of bedclothes told me that we had wakened Emerson。 These sounds were followed by a shout： 〃Peabody！〃 He always shouts when he reaches out and finds I am no