Egypt -- Fiction; Mystery and detective stories; Short stories
The sounds of approach continued. The suspense was becoming
intolerable--when, into the Memphian gloom below me, there suddenly
intruded a faint but ever-growing light. Between excitement and
insufficient air, I regarded suffocation as imminent. Then, out into
view beneath me, was thrust a slim ivory hand which held an electric
pocket lamp. Fascinatedly I watched it, saw it joined by its fellow,
then observed a white-turbaned head and a pair of black-robed
shoulders follow. In my surprise I almost dropped the weapon which
I held. The new arrival now standing upright and raising his head,
I found myself looking into the face of _Abû Tabâh_!
"To Allah, the Great, the Compassionate, be all praise that I have
found you alive," he said simply.
He exhibited little evidence of the journey which I had found so
fatiguing, but an expression strongly like that of real anxiety rested
upon his ascetic face.
"If life is dear to you," he continued, "answer me this, Kernaby
Pasha; have you found the ring?"
"I have not," I replied; "my lamp failed me; but I think the ring is
gone."
And now, as I spoke the words, the strangeness of his question came
home to me, bringing with it an acute suspicion.
"What do you know of this ring, O my friend?" I asked.
Abû Tabâh shrugged his shoulders.
"I know much that is evil," he replied; "and because you doubt the
purity of my motives, all that I have learned you shall learn also;
for Allah the Great, the Merciful, this night has protected you from
danger and spared you a frightful death. Follow me, Kernaby Pasha,
in order that these things may be made manifest to you."
IV
A pair of fleet camels were kneeling at the foot of the slope below
the entrance to the pyramid, and having recovered somewhat from the
effect of the fatiguing climb out from the King's Chamber--
"It might be desirable," I said, "that I adopt a more suitable raiment
for camel riding?"
Abû Tabâh slowly shook his head in that dignified manner which never
deserted him. He had again taken up his ebony walking-stick and was
now resting his crossed hands upon it and regarding me with his
strange, melancholy eyes.
"To delay would be unwise," he replied. "You have mercifully been
spared a painful and unfortunate end (all praise to Him who averted
the peril); but the ring, which bears an ancient curse, is gone: for
me there is no rest until I have found and destroyed it."
He spoke with a solemn conviction which bore the seal of verity.
"Your destructive theory may be perfectly sound," I said; "but as one
professionally interested in relics of the past, I feel called upon to
protest. Perhaps before we proceed any further you will enlighten me
respecting this most obscure matter. Can you inform me, for example,
what became of Hassan es-Sugra?"
"He observed my approach from a distance, and fled, being a man of
little virtue. Respecting the other matters you shall be fully
enlightened, to-night. The white camel is for you."
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