Egypt -- Fiction; Mystery and detective stories; Short stories
I never saw him before the end, but they told me that his howls were
horribly like those of a cat. His eyes changed in some way, too, I
understand; and, with his fingers all contracted, he tried to
_scratch_ everyone and everything within reach.
They had to strap the poor beggar down, and even then he tore the
sheets into ribbons.
Well, as soon as possible, I made the necessary arrangements to finish
Condor's inquiry. I had access to his papers, plans, etc., and in the
spring of the same year I took up my quarters near Deir-el-Bahari,
roped off the approaches to the camp, stuck up the usual notices, and
prepared to finish the excavation, which, I gathered, was in a fairly
advanced state.
My first surprise came very soon after my arrival, for when, with the
plan before me, I started out to find the shaft, I found it,
certainly, but only with great difficulty.
It had been filled in again with sand and loose rock right to the very
top!
II
All my inquiries availed me nothing. With what object the excavation
had been thus closed I was unable to conjecture. That Condor had not
reclosed it I was quite certain, for at the time of his mishap he had
actually been at work at the bottom of the shaft, as inquiries from a
native of Suefee, in the Fáyûm, who was his only companion at the
time, had revealed.
In his eagerness to complete the inquiry, Condor, by lantern light,
had been engaged upon a solitary night-shift below, and the rabid cat
had apparently fallen into the pit; probably in a frenzy of fear, it
had attacked Condor, after which it had escaped.
Only this one man was with him, and he, for some reason that I could
not make out, had apparently been sleeping in the temple--quite a
considerable distance from Condor's camp. The poor fellow's cries had
aroused him, and he had met Condor running down the path and away from
the shaft.
This, however, was good evidence of the existence of the shaft at the
time, and as I stood contemplating the tightly packed rubble which
alone marked its site, I grew more and more mystified, for this task
of reclosing the cutting represented much hard labor.
Beyond perfecting my plans in one or two particulars, I did little on
the day of my arrival. I had only a handful of men with me, all of
whom I knew, having worked with them before, and beyond clearing
Condor's shaft I did not intend to excavate further.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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