elizabethpeters.thegoldenone-第28章

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ith　her　hands　clasped　behind　her　back　and　her　head　bowed；　she　said；　〃Has　it　occurred　to　you　that　it　might　have　been　Jamil　from　whom　Aslimi　got　those　artifacts　you　bought　in　Cairo？〃
　〃Certainly　it　occurred　to　me。　The　description　fits。　He　secreted　those　particular　items　when　they　were　clearing　the　tomb　…　they　all　do　it；　you　know；　cheating　one　another　if　they　can　…　and　used　his　share　of　the　money　to　travel　to　Cairo。　Jamil　isn't　especially　intelligent；　but　he　has　sense　enough　to　know　he　could　get　better　prices　from　Cairo　dealers　than　from　Mohassib。〃
　〃Yes；　of　course；〃　Nefret　murmured。　〃You　are　terrifyingly　single…minded　when　you　go　after　something　or　someone；　Mother。〃
　〃Not　at　all；　my　dear。　I　have　no　difficulty　in　thinking　of　several　things　at　once。〃
　Her　brow　cleared　and　the　corners　of　her　mouth　turned　up。　〃So　long　as　you　aren't　having　one　of　your　famous　premonitions　about　Jamil。〃
　To　call　the　feeling　a　premonition　or　foreboding　would　not　have　been　entirely　accurate。　It　was；　rather；　based　on　expert　knowledge　of　the　criminal　mind　and　a　certain　degree　of　informed　cynicism。　Criminals；　in　my　experience；　do　not　suddenly　turn　into　honest　men。　Jamil　was　still　in　need　of　money　and　he　was　still　resentful　of　us。　Nothing　had　changed　there；　and　the　more　often　we　frustrated　his　attempts　to　get　what　he　wanted；　the　more　resentful　he　would　be。
　Mohassib　was　the　best…known　and　most　highly　respected　（by　everyone　except　Emerson）　antiquities　dealer　in　Luxor。　He　had　been　dying　for　at　least　ten　years；　and　was　dying　at　that　very　moment；　so　the　doorkeeper　informed　me。
　〃Then　he　will　wish　to　see　me　before　he　passes　on；〃　I　replied；　handing　over　the　expected　baksheesh。
　He　was　in　bed；　propped　up　on　pillows　and　looking　like　a　biblical　patriarch　with　his　snowy　beard　and　mustache；　but　he　was　not　alone。　I　stopped　short　when　I　recognized　the　Albions。
　〃I　beg　your　pardon；〃　I　said。　〃The　doorkeeper　did　not　tell　me　you　had　other　visitors。〃
　〃That's　okay；〃　said　Mr。　Albion；　who　seemed　to　make　a　habit　of　answering　remarks　addressed　to　other　persons。　〃We　were　about　to　leave　anyhow。　Good　to　see　you；　Mrs。　Emerson　…　and　Mrs。　Emerson。　Hope　you　didn't　e　here　to　bid　on　any　of　Mohassib's　treasures。　I've　already　made　him　an　offer。〃
　〃Indeed？〃　I　took　a　chair；　indicating　my　intention　of　remaining。　〃I　was　under　the　impression　that　you　meant　to　find　yourself　a　tomb　robber　instead　of　buying　from　dealers。〃
　Mrs。　Albion's　lips　parted；　like　a　crack　in　a　block　of　ice。　〃Mr。　Albion　was　teasing；　Mrs。　Emerson。　He　has　a　marvelous　sense　of　humor。〃
　〃That's　right；〃　said　her　husband　merrily。　〃I'm　quite　a　tease；　Mrs。　Emerson。　Well；　see　you　folks　later。〃
　The　younger　Mr。　Albion；　mute　as　usual；　followed　his　parents　out。
　After　we　had　exchanged　pliments　and　inquired　after　one　another's　health；　and　Mohassib　had　ordered　tea　for　us；　he　said；　〃Are　they　friends　of　yours；　Sitt？〃
　〃Mere　acquaintances。〃
　〃Good。〃
　〃Why　do　you　say　that？〃　I　asked　curiously。
　〃They　are　strange　people。　I　am　a　good　judge　of　strange　people；　Sitt　Hakim；　and　I　would　not　trust　that　happy　little　man。　He　wants　too　much　for　too　little。〃
　〃What　did　he　want？〃　Nefret　inquired。　〃Part　of　the　princesses'　treasure？　Or　all　of　it？〃
　〃Treasure？〃　Mohassib　repeated；　widening　his　eyes。　No　saint　could　have　looked　more　innocent。　〃Ah　…　you　are　referring　to　the　rumors　about　a　rich　find　in　the　Gabbanat　el…Qirud。　The　men　of　Luxor　are　great　liars；　Nur　Misur。　Perhaps　there　was　no　treasure。〃
　〃e　now；　Mohammed；〃　I　said。　〃You　know　there　was　such　a　find　and　I　know　the　thieves　sold　it　to　you；　and　you　know　I　cannot　prove　that；　and　I　know　that　even　if　I　could　there　is　little　likelihood　of　your　being　charged　with　a　crime。　Why　not　speak　freely　to　me；　your　old　friend？　Vandergelt　Effendi　would　pay　well　for　such　objects；　if　they　are　as　described。〃
　We　settled　down；　with　mutual　enjoyment；　to　the　customary　exchange　of　hints　and　innuendos；　winks　and　nods　and　pursed　lips　and　raised　eyebrows。　I　rather　prided　myself　on　my　ability　to　carry　on　this　form　of　munication；　which　Emerson　could　not　or　would　not　do。　Mohassib　eventually　remarked　pensively　that　if　he　should　hear　of　such　objects　he　would　be　happy　to　do　his　friends　a　service。
　〃Excellent；〃　I　said；　knowing　that　was　as　much　as　I　could　expect。　Mohassib　always　played　his　little　game　of　innocence　and　ignorance；　but　in　this　case　the　business　had　caused　quite　a　stir；　and　I　suspected　he　would　not　make　any　move　to　market　the　objects　until　things　had　died　down。
　We　parted　in　the　friendliest　manner。　Eyes　twinkling；　Mohassib　sent　his　respectful　regards　to　Emerson；　whose　opinion　of　him　he　knew　quite　well。　At　the　door；　I　stopped　and　turned；　as　if　a　new　idea　had　struck　me。　In　fact；　the　question　I　asked　was　the　one　I　had　had　in　mind　all　along。
　〃Has　Jamil　been　here？〃
　Caught　off…guard；　believing　the　interview　to　be　over；　Mohassib　burst　into　a　fit　of　violent　coughing。　I　knew　the　paroxysm　was　only　a　device　to　give　him　time　to　think；　so　I　pressed　on。
　〃Don't　pretend　you　don't　know　who　I　mean。　Jamil；　Yusuf's　youngest　son。　Did　he　try　to　sell　you　artifacts　from　the　princesses'　tomb？〃
　Mohassib　shook　his　head　vigorously。　〃No；〃　he　gasped。　〃No；　Sitt　Hakim。　I　thought　he　had　left　Luxor。〃
　〃I　hope　you　are　telling　the　truth；　Mohassib。　Two　of　the　other　men　who　robbed　the　tomb　are　dead；　under　suspicious　circumstances；　and　Jamil　holds　a　grudge　against　everyone　involved　in　that　business。〃
　Mohassib　abruptly　stopped　coughing。　〃Are　you　saying　that　Jamil　killed　them？〃
　〃I　only　repeat　the　latest　gossip；　old　friend；〃　I　replied。　〃Since　you　had　nothing　to　do　with　the　disposal　of　the　artifacts；　there　is　no　reason　for　you　to　be　alarmed；　is　there？〃
　Mohassib　grunted。　He　thought　for　a　minute；　and　then　he　said；　〃Jamil　brought　me　nothing　from　the　tomb　of　the　princesses。　That　is　true；　Sitt　Hakim。〃
　His　lips　closed　so　tightly　they　almost　disappeared　in　the　beard　and　mustache。　Knowing　that　was　all　I　was　going　to　get　out　of　the　wily　old　fellow；　I　repeated　my　assurances　of　goodwill；　and　we　left　the　house。
　〃Do　you　think　he　was　telling　the　truth？〃　Nefret　asked；　waving　aside　a　carriage　that　had　stopped。
　〃About　Jamil？　The　literal　truth；　yes。　He　did　not　deny　he　had　seen　the　boy。　My　warning　…　for　so　it　was　meant；　and　so　Mohassib　took　it　…　caught　him　by　surprise；　but　it　did　not；　as　I　had　hoped；　startle　him　into　an　indiscretion　or　worry　him　much。　He　is　safe　in　his　house；　behind　those　stout　walls；　and　well　guarded。　Ah；　well；　it　was　worth　a　try。〃　We　strolled　on；　acknowledging　the　greetings　of　passersby；　and　I　continued；　〃What　I　found　interesting　was　his　opinion　of　Mr。　Albion。　We　keep　running　into　them；　don't　we？　Do　you　think　they　are　following　us　because　they　are　up　to　no　good？〃
　Nefret　laughed　and　slipped　her　arm　through　mine。　〃Don't　sound　so　hopeful；　Mother。　They　are　an　oddly　matched　couple；　though。〃
　〃What　do　you　think　of　young　Mr。　Albion？〃
　She　answered　with　another　question。　〃Did　Ramses　tell　you　what　he　said　at　Cyrus's　soiree　…　about　Jumana？〃
　〃No。〃
　She　repeated　the　young　man's　remark。　I　shook　my　head。　〃Disgusting；　but　not　surprising。　I　trust　Ramses　put　the　young　man　in　his　place？〃
　〃Ramses　almost　put　him　on　the　carpet；〃　Nefret　said。　〃You　know　that　look　of　his　…　white　around　the　mouth；　and　eyes　almost　closed？　I　made　a　leap　for　him　and　grabbed　his　arm；　in　time　to　stop　him；　but　he　uttered　a　few　well…chosen　words。　Let's　take　a　felucca；　shall　we？　It's　such　a　nice　day。〃
　〃It　has　been　a　very　pleasant　day；　my　dear。　I　hope　the　others　have　had　as　nice　a　time　as　we。〃
　　
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　That's　got　rid　of　her；〃　said　Emerson　in　a　satisfied　voice；　watching　his　wife　and　daughter…in…law　walk　away　from　the　house。　He　and　Ramses　had　been　skulking　…　there　was　no　other　word　for　it　…　in　a　secluded　corner　of　the　garden。　〃We　can　get　our　gear　together　now。〃
　He　had　sent　Jumana　on　to　Deir　el　Medina；　telling　her　to　warn　the　others　that　they　might　be　late。　Selim　and　Daoud　were　there；　they　could　explain　the　site　as　well　as　he。
　Since　Emerson　did　not　believe　anyone　could　do　anything　as　well　as　he；　Ramses　knew　his　father　was　up　to　something。　He　didn't　need　to　ask　what　it　was。　As　they　loaded　themselves　with　knapsacks　and　several　heavy　coils　of　rope；　he　said　only；　〃We're　going　on　foot？　It's　a　long　way　to　the　Cemetery　of　the　Monkeys。〃
　〃A　brisk　hour's　walk；〃　Emerson　declared。　〃No　point　in　taking　the　horses；　we'd　have　to　leave　them　somewhere　along　the　way；　and　I　don't　want　the　poor　brutes　standing　round　in　the　sun。〃
　〃You　mean　you　don't　want　to　go　near　Deir　el　Medina　for　fear　Cyrus　will　spot　us　and　ask　where　we're　going。　Father；　what's　the　point　of　this？〃
　〃I　only　want　to　make　a　preliminary　survey。〃
　The　evasive　tone　would　certainly　have　aroused　his　wife's　suspicions。　Ramses　said；　〃Preliminary　to　what？　You　don't　mean　to　give　up　Deir　el　Medina　and　Medinet　Habu　in　favor　of　the　western　wadis；　do　you？　And　what　about　Cyrus？　He　isn't　going　to　settle　for　workmen's　houses　while　we're　looking　for　queens'　tombs。〃
　Emerson's　face　took　on　a　look　of　noble　self…righteousness。　〃Cyrus　is　not　up　to　the　kind　of　survey　we'll　be　doing。　He　might　injure　himself。　Can't　have　that。〃
　〃We're　doing　him　a　kindness；　really。〃
　Emerson　glanced　at　his　solemn　face　and　burst　out　laughing。　〃Glad　you　agree；　my　boy。　I　haven't　made　up　my　mind　yet　where　we　will　be　working。　I　just　want　to　have　another　look　round。　Without；〃　he　added　indignantly；　〃half　a　dozen　people；　including　your　mother；　getting　in　my　way。〃
　Emerson　moved　at　a　rapid　pace；　he　had　insisted　on　carrying　the　heavier　load；　but　it　didn't　slow　him　in　the　slightest。　Though　he　did　not　pause；　he　greeted　everyone　he　met　and　responded　cheerfully　to　their　questions。　Several　passersby　asked　where　they　were　going。　Emerson　told　them。　Matching　his　father's　long　strides；　Ramses　realized　Emerson　didn't　really　expect　to　find　Jamil's　tomb　by　himself。　He　was　hoping　Jamil　would　show　himself　again。
　〃Do　you　think　he'll　be　there？〃　he　asked。
　〃Who？　Oh。　Hmph。　He　has　been。　He's　bound　to　make　a　mistake　sooner　or　later；　and　when　he　does　we'll　be　ready　for　him。〃
　〃You　don't　know　that　the　masked　demon　was　he。〃
　〃Who　else　could　it　have　been？　The　Gurnawis　don't　play　silly　tricks　like　that。〃
　〃Mother　will　find　out；　you　know　…　especially　if　Jamil　succeeds　in　bashing　one　of　us　with　a　boulder。〃
　〃Unlikely　in　the　extreme；〃　Emerson　declared。　〃However　。　。　。　No　one　is　a　better　panion　than　your　mother　…　when　she　is　in　a　friendly　state　of　mind　…　but　women　do　get　in　the　way　at　times。　Especially　your　mother。〃
　Ramses　grinned　but　saved　his　breath。　He　did　not　suffer　from　false　modesty　about　his　physical　fitness；　but　keeping　up　with　his　father　taxed　even　him。　Emerson　must　have　decided　to　take　one　of　his　famous　〃round…about…ways；〃　for　they　were　already　climbing；　along　a　steep；　winding　path　that　would　eventually　lead　them　behind　Deir　el　Medina　and　the　Valley　of　the　Queens。
　They　had　got　a　late　start　and　Emerson　was　in　a　hurry。　Once　they　had　reached　the　highest　part　of　the　path　they　made　good　time　over　relatively　level　ground。　Absorbed　in　thought；　Ramses　followed　his　father　without　speaking。
　He　didn't　want　to　be　here；　or　at　Medinet　Habu。　If　he'd　had　his　way　they　would　settle　down　for　the　season　at　Deir　el　Medina。　He　hadn't　explained　himself　very　eloquently；　and　apparently　his　father's　fascination　with　temples　pr