"Hold it!" "Now, take this." "Get this in here." " Now, watch it." " Easy now." "That's it." "Hold it." "Hold it!" "Right." " Easy now." " Careful." " That's it." " All right, take it to the laboratory." "Let me take it a while, Professor Arnold." "No, stand back." "Stand back." "Come on." "Let's bring it out." "That's it." "Okay, move." "Come on, up." "Come on." "Take it away, old boys." "Ali.!" "Ali, what is it?" "Dead." "Stand back, everybody." "Stand back." "Edfu Ahmad, a light." "I best dragoman in Luxor." "I have fastest donkey." "Please to remove offspring of Satan to some distant place." "You no more want donkey?" "Hat to shelter unfortunate head more desirable." "Oh!" "Hat, hat." "I am first-class service." "Oh, a hat." "Where'd you..." "Ah!" "Effendi Snowshoes." "There you is again, mister." "Ain't there no place where you ain't?" "Ah!" "This time, effendi, I have big news for you." "But first, baksheesh." "Two bits baksheesh." "Two bits." "You might as well go on." "I ain't gonna let you be gettin'..." " no more black sheep money out of me." " But wait!" "Today, I have locate the grave of your sacred ancestor." "Baksheesh." "Two bits baksheesh." "I don't know now, but you sure... you done found the mummy of my great-great-grandpappy?" "Nay!" " Your great-great-great-great- great-great-great-great..." " Oh, you stutter too much." "I don't believe I'm gonna let you talk me out no more money..." "Nay!" "I am the best son of my father." "I supply all things for this noble gentleman." "I am first-rate service." "Contradiction, please." "For past two hours, have not supplied drink." "Drink?" "You want a drink?" "I'll give you a drink." " Kind of a strong one, though." " Pardon, please." "For water to soothe dry throat." " Would happily give much baksheesh." " Ah!" "Baksheesh!" "Two." "You mean you'd give two bits for just some plain water?" "Drop of plain water on thirsty tongue... more precious than gold in purse." "Mr. Tom and them got plenty of water in their tent down yonder." " Here, I'll go get it for..." " Ah!" "Baksheesh!" " I am first-rate service!" " You a first-rate liar!" "You will soon have mummy... of your great-great-great-great- great-great-grandpappy!" "You have ancestors in Egypt?" "I don't know." "This fortune-teller down in Mississippi... says this here country where all my folks come from." " Yes?" " And then Mr. Tom... he done won me in a crap game." "I come along to kind of look 'em up." "Reverence of ancestors most commendable." "Sir, there's Mr. Tom and them over here." "Mr. Tom, this gentleman, he wanted to know..." "So sorry to intrude, but would much appreciate glass of water." "Oh, of course." "Snowshoes, water." " Yes." " This Egyptian sun certainly can get a fellow down." " Have a seat." " Thank you so much." "Perhaps you'd like some tea?" "Oh." "Would be most grateful." "You..." "You are Miss Arnold?" " Yes." " And you are Mr. Tom Evans?" "How'd you know?" " Oh, Snowshoes." "Of course." " Sir?" "No." "Have met." " Where?" " Your pictures in offices... of French Archaeological Society in Paris." "Please permit introduction of humble self." "Am Charlie Chan." " Charlie Chan?" " I thought your face was familiar." " How are you, Mr. Chan?" " Am here to see your learned father." "But Father..." "He isn't here." "If you're looking for mysteries, you've come to the right place, Mr. Chan." "Miss Arnold has one all ready for you." "Dad went away over a month ago." "We've heard from him only once since he left." "I know it must sound foolish, but I have the strangest feeling something's happened to him." "He hasn't been himself since he opened Ameti's tomb." "She's just making a mountain out of a molehill." "Insignificant molehill... sometime more important than conspicuous mountain." "Professor Thurston, your uncle, he is here, perhaps?" "No, he's in Luxor." "We'll wait till the sun drops, then we'll all drive in together." "Thank you so much." " Right through the garden." " Thank you so much." " Stick around, Snowshoes." " Yes." "My brother Barry." "Beauty of Egyptian night captured in simple melody." "Those native things are all right for a while... but one of these days, I'm gonna send home for some jazz." "The old maestro stuff." "Yowzer!" "Good evening, Edfu Ahmad." "Has Uncle John returned?" "He's in the laboratory, but he heard your arrival in the car... and will be up in a moment." " Oh, Edfu?" " Yes, Miss Arnold?" " Will you ask Nayda to bring some cigarettes from my room?" " Certainly." " Here, have one of mine." " No, thanks." "I prefer my own." "We'll go into the study, Mr. Chan." " Smoke?" " Do not indulge." "Confound it.!" "I've lost my glasses again.!" "Edfu Ahmad.!" "You mustn't mind if Uncle John seems a bit angry, Mr. Chan." "He'll be all right when he gets his glasses." "Ah." "I thought I heard that old rattle-trap of yours drive up, Tom." "It's enough to wake the dead." "When archaeology pays bigger and better dividends, I'll get a new one." "Uncle John, this is Mr. Chan." " Professor Thurston." " How do you do?" " So pleased." " Mr. Chan wanted to see Dad." " I've explained he's away." " Oh, yes." " Sit down, won't you?" " Thank you." " Was it on a matter of importance, Mr. Chan?" " Most important." "Business with French Archaeological Society." "Oh, then perhaps I can help you." " I'm in charge during my brother-in-law's absence." " Oh." "Then will come to point quickly." "Matter concerns valuable items... taken from tomb of high priest Ameti." "In, uh, just what way, Mr. Chan?" "Archaeological Society... financed Professor Arnold's researches... with understanding that all objects taken from tomb... with exception of those claimed by Egyptian government... become property of Society Museum." "That's quite correct." "Everything taken from the Ameti tomb... is now in course of cataloging in preparation for shipment." "Correction, please." "Valuable items taken from tomb... discovered six months ago... now in possession of private collectors... and rival museums in Europe." "That's impossible." "Pardon, please." "Here are photographs." "This necklace with identifying seal of Ameti." "This ring of Ameti... now in Berlin museum." "Then they're imitations." "Why, we have a native craftsman, Edfu Ahmad... who can duplicate things like those so closely... that even an expert can't tell the difference." "Pardon, effendi." "Your glasses." "Is that all for tonight?" "Yes, you may go." "I'm sure they're imitations, Mr. Chan." "Experts have identified necklace and ring as genuine." "Do you mean that the Society is accusing my father?" "So sorry, but Society demands explanation." "On what grounds?" "They withdrew their financial support before the tomb was located." "I-I-I question their right to investigate anything." "Contract very plain." "Items from Ameti tomb property of French museum." "Must locate Professor Arnold." "Well, I'd be glad to try again, Mr. Chan." "Our last communication came from Napata on the Upper Nile... saying he wished to be undisturbed in his present work." " He ignores our letters." " Which isn't like Daddy at all." "Articles from Ameti tomb are here?" "Yes, in the laboratory." "Would you care to see them?" "Much interested." "Carol, perhaps you'd better go to your room, dear." " She doesn't like our work, Mr. Chan." " I hate it!" "It's taken my father away from me." " Something's happened to him, I know it!" " Please, dear." "Can't you help me find him, Mr. Chan?" "You must." "You've got to." "If possible, will be most happy." "There, there, there, there." "Let Nayda take you to your room, my dear, hmm?" "I'm-I'm sorry." "Good night." "And thank you, Mr. Chan." "She's quite upset, Tom." " Perhaps you'd better phone for Dr. Racine." " I think so too." "The laboratory's below, Mr. Chan." "Thank you so much." "A few of the more important items are here, Mr. Chan." "The rest are in the storeroom." "I'd be glad to check them with you at your convenience." "That would be most helpful." "X-ray machine?" "We have the most completely equipped laboratory in Luxor." "This is a radiograph of Ameti." "Very interesting." "Hands crossed in final sleep." "Yes." "Egyptian goddess?" "That is Sekhmet, goddess of vengeance." "The ancients endowed her with many supernatural powers, Mr. Chan." "Mmm." "Cannot believe, uh, piece of carved stone contain evil... unless dropped on foot." " Strange you should say that." " May I ask why?" "That's how Miss Arnold's brother nearly met his death 10 years ago." "Oh." "Ameti?" "This case holds all that remains of one of the most powerful priests... of the 21st Dynasty." " Case has not been opened?" " No." "You see it just as we found it." " Very strange." " What do you mean?" "Varnish on 3,000-year-old mummy case... not completely dry." "I don't understand this." "Perhaps case has been opened." "That's hardly possible, and yet..." "You're right, Mr. Chan." "It has been tampered with." "Would be most interesting to see inside." " You mean open it?" " No, I wouldn't dare, not without Professor Arnold's permission." "He'd never forgive me." "X-ray machine most useful for seeing where eye cannot reach." "I'll get Snowshoes to give us a hand." "See, I could carry you back to Mississippi with me." "And you don't have to worry about no jobs there... 'cause I know a lot of white folks who could keep you workin'." " Hey, Snowshoes?" " Sir?" " Come on in here." "Make it snappy." " Yes, sir." "You go on now, kitten." "I'll be seein' you maybe tomorrow night." "It's all right with me." "I'll be seeing you anyhow." "Want something' outside with me, Mr. Tom?" " Now, give us a hand here." " I know, but..." " Do as you're told." " But I don't know much on touching' dead things." "Now, slide it this way." "Now the feet toward the fluoroscope." "Good." "Now, lift." "Lift." "Lift." "Slowly." "Now, lower the feet." "Lower them." "Be careful." "Down." "Now, raise it." "Raise it." "Mind the frame." "Turn it." " All set?" " Wait till I put the lights out." "Can't we see better with the lights on?" "Quiet, and don't touch anything." "No, sir, I ain't touching' nothin'." "Here we go, Professor." "That's Ameti, all right." "See?" "There's the identifying cartouche suspended around his neck." "Very interesting." "Please." "May display ignorance of Egyptian history by asking question?" "Certainly." "Did high priest die natural death?" "The Ameti records indicate... that he kicked off peacefully at the ripe old age of 78." "Contradiction, please." "Ameti die very violent death." "How do you figure that?" "Observe." "Modern bullet clearly revealed near heart." " Say, that does look like a bullet." " That settles it!" " What are you gonna do?" " Open this case." "Can I go now?" "No." "Get busy." "Haul it down." "But I don't feel so good." "All right now." "Come here." "Lift the lid off." " I'm not prepared for nothin' like this." " Put it over there." "Let's get it on the table." "All right now." "Professor Arnold!" "Look here, Professor, you're not gonna say anything to Carol about this, are you?" "Confound it!" "The current's off again." " Hey, Mr. Tom, lookee yonder!" " Look at what?" "Miss Sekhmet see us." "That was Carol!" "Hey, Mr. Tom, wait a minute!" "Nayda!" " I'm all right now." " Mistress will take medicine?" "No!" "Take them away!" "They don't help me." "They never make me sleep." "Dr. Racine says they are helping you." "What happened, Carol?" "I was writing a letter to Colonel Bailey at Napata... asking him if he wouldn't try again to locate Father." " Mm-hmm." " And suddenly, my hands became icy cold." "My cigarette dropped to the floor." "As I stooped to pick it up, everything seemed to stand still." "I was frightened." "I tried to cry out, but I couldn't." "It seemed as though I were drifting into space." "I got to my feet." "I must have... for the next thing I knew, I was standing in the middle of the room." "And then I saw it, its horrible head coming toward me out of the darkness... the head of Sekhmet.!" "But, Carol, dear, it could only have been your imagination." "Of course, Carol, dear." "It was only your imagination." "I suppose it was only my imagination when the wall of Sarkari's tomb gave way... and crushed me beneath it!" " Be quiet, will you?" " Oh, I beg your pardon." "I'd forgotten." "You are the courageous type who doesn't recognize fear." " Well, I'm not, and neither is Carol!" " Be silent!" "A dozen others have died from opening the tombs." "Why shouldn't we?" "Barry, please!" "You know what I'm talking about, don't you?" "It's all our father's fault." "He is the one who brought us into this land of decay and death!" " We hate him for it." " It isn't true." "Why pretend?" "You know you hate him as much as I do." "Barry, come with me." "Why doesn't Father take us away from this dreadful place?" "Try to rest, dear." "A good night's sleep will do you a lot of good." "Oh, Tom?" "Would you mind staying with Barry for a little while?" " Certainly not." " Thanks." "Oh, Doctor, come in." "Come in." " How's Carol?" " She's..." "She's had a terrible shock." " A repetition of last week's experience." " I'm sorry." " Oh, Dr. Racine, this is Mr. Chan." " How do you do?" " So pleased." " A most tragic thing happened tonight, Anton." " We found the..." " Excuse, please." "Suggest Miss Arnold now more important." "You're right, of course." "She's in her room." "Pardon me." "Mr. Chan, Professor Arnold's death... throws an entirely different light on the matter of your business in Luxor." "Yes?" "I did dispose of those items of the Ameti tomb." "You see, after the Society withdrew its support..." "Professor Arnold needed funds to carry on the work." "He borrowed heavily from Dr. Racine... who, after the tomb was finally located... quite naturally felt he was entitled to a share of the finds." "Arnold was an archaeologist, not a businessman." "And with the existing complications of his contract with the Society... the only solution seemed to be that I dispose of a few of the less valuable items... enough to pay part of his obligation to the doctor." "A decision had to be made, so I assumed responsibility." "Why did Professor go away?" "He was furious when I told him what I'd done." "Meanwhile, having found evidence of a royal burial ground at Napata... he decided to attempt locating the tombs... feeling that if he turned over their contents to the Society... they would be amply compensated for what they'd lost from the Ameti finds." "Most commendable." "I'm frightfully worried about Barry." "Now, you're not to worry about anything except getting a little sleep." "There." "That's better." "If Miss Arnold isn't asleep within the hour, give her another of those powders." " Yes, effendi." " Good night, my dear." "Good night." "You say obligation to Dr. Racine not fully paid?" "When Professor Arnold went away, Dr. Racine kindly consented... to extend his note another 90 days." "May I inquire what right this gentleman has to ask questions... regarding a purely personal matter?" "Mr. Chan represents the French Archaeological Society." "And how does that concern me?" "Every detail most important where murder concerned." " Murder?" " Professor Arnold is dead." " I don't understand." " Circumstances very mysterious." "Body found in Ameti mummy case with bullet near heart." "That bullet was not the cause of his death, Mr. Chan." "No?" "Please explain." "There was trouble with the natives a few days after the Ameti tomb was opened." "Professor Arnold was wounded." " And the bullet not removed?" " No." "Why not?" "Examination disclosed it was too near the heart to risk an operation." " Perhaps I'd better..." " Please." " Must touch nothing until after autopsy." " Very well." "Why should anyone have committed such a fantastic crime?" "Very strange." "Were it not for bullet in body... might almost believe in power of ancient goddess." "It's my father." "He's dead, isn't he?" " Yes, Barry." " I knew it." "I've known it ever since he went away." "He discovered the secret of Ameti's tomb... and the dark waters of the forbidden places... carried him to his death." "Barry, what nonsense is this?" "He ignored the warning, and it destroyed him... just as it will destroy us all!" "Here, here." "This won't do." "Pardon." "Must go." "But first, may have letter of Professor Arnold from Napata?" "Why, yes." "I..." "I have it here." "Thank you so much." " Good night." " Good night, Mr. Chan." " Am so sorry." " I'll drive you into Luxor." " Oh, thank you so much, sir." " See you in the morning, Professor." "Why not put up with me while you're here?" "I have plenty of room." "Have, uh, got extra pajamas?" "You bet I have." "Then will be most grateful for hospitality." " Well, here we are." " Thank you so much." "Yes." "Egyptian night now most peaceful." "Make yourself at home while I round up those pajamas for you." " Size 52, please." " You'll take what I've got and like 'em." "Thank you so much." " May make notes on writing machine?" " Sure, help yourself." "You'll find some paper in that left-hand drawer." "Thank you." "How are these?" "Make Charlie Chan look like zebra." "This is your bunk next to the wall." "With back to wall, can fight off demon of sleeplessness." "What's the matter?" "Can't you read your own writing?" " Something here very strange." " What?" "Professor Arnold go to Napata four weeks ago?" "Yes." "According to date, this letter written two weeks ago." " That's right." " But Professor dead before letter written." "Huh?" "Still more strange." "Letter written here on your machine." "Now, wait a minute." "After all..." "Observe, please, similarity of type." "Say, they do look the same." "Man who write that letter kill Professor Arnold." "It looks kind of bad for me, doesn't it, Mr. Chan?" "Reports of Society indicate you were discharged by Professor Arnold." "Yes, we did have a little argument about the Ameti hieroglyphics." "But Professor Thurston took me back again a few days later." "Who, beside you, use writing machine?" "Well, Thurston, Barry, Edfu Ahmad, even Snowshoes." " We all do." " Edfu Ahmad." "He is Egyptian?" "According to him, a direct descendant of Ameti." "Young Mr. Arnold mention secret of Ameti tomb." " Tomb has secret?" " Not that I know of." "You see, the records indicate that Ameti was supposed... to have collected the mummies and the royal paraphernalia... of the 20th Dynasty pharaohs for safekeeping." "Professor Arnold thought that he had discovered the treasure when he opened the tomb." "But it didn't pan out that way." "He was still looking for it at the time he disappeared." " Would much like to see Ameti tomb." " Tonight?" " Waiting for tomorrow waste of today." " Let's go." "As usual, the battery's dead." "Hey, Snowshoes?" " Huh?" " Bring your flashlight." "We're going to the tomb." "Now?" "Tonight?" "Yes." "Make it snappy." "All them hants." "Why don't you let 'em sleep nights?" "Gettin' 'em all stirred up." "No wonder they get so mad and kills folks." "Somebody looking for you, you wouldn't be there to calls yourself." " Come on, Snowshoes." " Yes'm." " There your light, Mr. Tom." " All right, give us some of it down the steps." "What do you want me..." "There." " After y'all, gentlemen." " Go on!" "But y'all comin' too, ain't ya?" " Yes." "Go ahead." " Okay." "Hold that light still so I can see the lock." " Yes'm." "I'm just so cold-like." " Yeah, you act like it." "All right." "Turn on the power." "Ameti tomb equipped with modern convenience." "Nothing too good for old Ameti." "This is the anteroom where we found a few important pieces." "But it was in there we made our real discoveries." "The mummy case was in this stone sarcophagus." "Very interesting." "From here, an image of Sekhmet kept watchful eye over old Ameti." "All the good it did him." " Yes." "And that?" " Oh, that's the storage room." "In here, we found Ameti's chariot... and his bed, and a whole raft of personal effects." "Even an alabaster jar that still carried the odor of the perfume it had contained." "Also very interesting." "Uh, another room?" "No, that's just an unfinished passage." "Ameti probably died before his tomb was completed." " Now what?" " I wonder!" " Snowshoes, snap on your flashlight!" " Yes'm." " But something done knocked it out of my hand." " Well, find it.!" "Yes'm." "Oh, Lordy, there's something in here with us." "Look." "Oh, she got me.!" "Oh, she got me.!" "She got me.!" "Oh, Lordy, I'm here with this ghost.!" "Oh, Lord..." " Excuse me, Mr. Tom." " Get away with that thing!" " See where it went?" " Came in here." "Well, it's a cinch it isn't in here now." "Very strange." "Sekhmet disappear like, uh, Cheshire Cat... of Alice in Land of Wonder." "Stumps me." "Looks like somebody's gunning for us." "As son Lee would say, you telling me." "The powder is a harmless sedative, effendi... prescribed quite regularly by Dr. Anton Racine." "Dr. Racine perhaps buy mapouchari here?" "No, no." "I do not sell the drug at all." " No?" " No." "Thank you so much." "Ah.!" "Effendi Snowshoes." "Oh, mister, I ain't feelin' so good this morning, ya hear?" "Tonight, we go to burial ground... and steal the mummy of your sacred ancestors." "I don't know." "But after last night, graveyards, hants and me... gonna be strangers, total and complete." "Hey!" "I am first-class servant!" "I am best dragoman in Luxor!" " Good evening, effendi." " Good evening." "Professor Thurston in?" "He's in the laboratory with Dr. Racine... and the other learned gentleman from Luxor." "The anatomical investigation to determine the cause... of Professor Arnold's death is in progress." " Other learned gentlemen are police?" " The police, effendi." "Huh." "Thank you so much." "Oh, pardon." "May ask question, please?" "Certainly, effendi." "Ancient Egyptians familiar with effects of, uh, mapouchari?" "The ancients had knowledge of many things." "Of, uh, mapouchari?" "Perhaps so." "I could not say." "No?" "Thank you so much." " Oh, good evening, Mr. Chan." " Good evening." " That will be all." " Your Excellency, may I present Mr. Chan?" "His Excellency Fouad Soueida of the police department in Luxor." " So pleased." " Pleasure indeed, Mr. Chan... but under unfortunate and most perplexing circumstances." "Cannot read printing in new book until pages cut." "Oh, yes." "Professor Thurston has explained... that you have been good enough to interest yourself in the case." "We will be most grateful for the benefit of such assistance... as you may be able to offer." "Very pleased to cooperate." "Am certain matter now in most efficient hands." "Oh, thank you." "I believe that is all for now." "I will make my report at once." " Good night, Doctor." " Good night, sir." " Good night, Mr. Chan." " Good night." "Oh, you have list of articles from Ameti tomb?" "Oh, yes." "I had Edfu Ahmad prepare it for you today." "If you'll excuse me." " You have determined cause of death?" " Yes." "There's evidence that a heavy blow at the base of the brain... induced a cerebral hemorrhage." " Also find small incision at jugular vein?" " Yes." "Made for purpose of draining blood to mummify body." "That seems rather an obvious conclusion." "Conclusion also obvious." "Operation performed by hands of expert." "A sharp knife in the hands of any intelligent person... could accomplish the same thing." "Many intelligent persons afraid even to touch sharp knife." "Bullet near heart removed?" "Of course not." "Professor Thurston explained last night... that it had nothing to do with Arnold's death." "So sorry." "Memory very bad sometimes." "You have a theory about this, of course." "Theory like mist on eyeglasses..." "obscures facts." "Our local authorities have very clear vision, Mr. Chan." " You'll find them most helpful." " Yes." "Thank you so much." " Tom?" " Yes, dear?" "There's no reason for our staying in Egypt now." "Now, don't you worry." "It's just a matter of a little while until we can get things settled here... then we'll all be going home." " Shall I ask him to stop?" " No, please don't." "It seems to take his thoughts off all that's happened." "Tom, I'm worried about Barry." "This superstition of the tomb, it's-it's beginning to affect his mind." "Oh, Carol, I didn't know that you and Tom had returned." "We only took a short walk." " You won't mind if I go in now, dear, will you?" " Of course not." " Good night." " Good night." " How's she feeling, Tom?" " She's worried over Barry." "He's letting that foolishness about Sekhmet scare the life out of him." "With all that's happened, you can hardly blame the boy." "So sorry to intrude." "Did you find the list of items correct, Mr. Chan?" " Thank you so much." " Then if there's nothing else this evening..." "Uh, please, time now to discuss matter of great importance." " Yes?" " May ask question, please?" " Certainly." " Can explain perhaps, uh... effects of drug mapouchari?" "Well, the effects depend largely on the individual." " Yes?" " In general... the victim loses all sense of time and reality." "He suffers from false convictions, hallucinations." "If the doses are sufficiently powerful, death ensues." "That is perhaps explanation." "Explanation of what, Mr. Chan?" "Strange mental condition of Miss Arnold last night." "You mean she was drugged?" "Analysis of cigarettes today disclose mapouchari." " What?" " Surprised... you did not recognize the symptoms... which you described so clearly, Doctor." "This is incredible." "Why should anyone do such a thing?" "Problem still to be solved." " Perhaps Mr. Barry has answer." " What do you mean?" "Remarks made last night suggest he know... where father was searching for secret treasure." "That knowledge most dangerous." "Important we speak with Mr. Barry at once." "Very well." "Barry, what is it?" "Let's get him to bed, quickly." " He's dead." " Dead?" "Apparently a violent reaction of the heart... which may be occasioned by sudden shock or terrific fright." "But what could've caused it?" "We were all on the patio." " We saw nothing." " The gods of Egypt are powerful gods." "Their vengeance has taken Professor Arnold, and now his son." "What do you know of the death of Professor Arnold and Barry?" "Sekhmet's warning was not heeded." "Excuse, please." "Avenging goddess not responsible... for mapouchari in cigarettes." "I know nothing of that." "Well, who supplies cigarettes for Miss Arnold?" "Why, you." "You buy those cigarettes." "Tom, call the police." "Don't move, effendi!" "The police cannot help you now." "This household is marked for death." "Stay where you are, effendis." "You knew there was danger." "Then you must've suspected this madman." "Why didn't you warn us?" "Your carelessness is responsible for that boy's death." "Most regretful." "Impossible to prepare defense until direction of attack is known." " Shall I call the police?" " Yes." "One moment, please." "May call police if you so desire... but shall continue investigation in own way." "Extend deepest sympathy." "Good night." "I'll be back later." " Mr. Chan?" " Yes?" "What are you gonna do now?" "Have curiosity to visit tomb... where goddess Sekhmet mysteriously disappeared last night." " Let's go." " Yes." "Hey, Snowshoes, come on with that light." "Yes'm, but I was just seein' if anything was behind us... 'fore it get in there ahead of us." "Go ahead." "Have made search for secret way out?" "We've checked every inch of the place a dozen times." "This was the storage room?" "Yes." "Hieroglyphics and symbols different from other rooms." " You know meaning?" " That upper border is Ameti's prayer... to the goddess Sekhmet for protection." " And, uh, these?" " Merely ornamentation." "The design alternates with the symbols expressing life... and death, and so on across." "Story of man very short." "Life, death." "Life, death." "Am reminded of ancient sage Confucius who writes, uh..." ""From life to death is reach of man."" " Observe?" " That's good logic, all right... but it doesn't get us anywhere." "Most peculiar." "Ghost of Sekhmet disappear in room of mystic symbols." "Try both together." "Mr. Tom, you stirring' up them hants again." "Is that a grave?" "Secret waters which Mr. Barry mention last night." " Snowshoes, bring the light." " Yes'm, but..." "Say, do you think Barry really knew about this?" "Hasty conclusion easy to make like hole in water." "I wonder who that was masquerading as Sekhmet." "Murderer of Professor Arnold who tried to frighten us from tomb." "Observe." "Direction of current indicate... water flow under rock." "If there's a current, that means this water comes from the Nile." "It's a cinch there's something on the other side." "Good swimmer could maybe dive under, find out?" " Nothing like trying." " But, Mr. Tom... you oughtn't dive in them hants' swimmin' hole." " Quiet, Snowshoes." " Would recommend extreme caution." "Now, don't worry about me." " Waterproof." " Thanks." "And you're gonna have to hold your breath you don't know how long." "Well, here goes." "Hey, Mr. Tom, you forgot to take off your wristwatch!" "Somethin' must've done happened." "He ain't said nothin' yet." "Professor Arnold." "Why..." "What do you..." "Look, Mr. Chang." "He must've made it all right." "Mr. Tom, that you?" " Mr. Tom?" " Come, please." "Yes'm, but we oughta wait before we know where we goin'." " Look!" " Mr. Tom?" "Tom?" " Is he hurt bad?" " Help, please." " Must get Mr. Evans to doctor at once." " Yeah." "Come on, come on." "More." "Oh, excuse, please." "Professor Thurston gone long?" " He went into Luxor to see the police." " Oh." " Mr. Chan?" " Yes?" "I hope Effendi Evans will get well." "Kind thoughts add favorable weight... in balance of life and death." "Professor Thurston has returned?" "No, effendi." "Inform, please, will be in laboratory." "Is he going to be all right, Doctor?" "He has a very good chance." "I hardly know what to suggest, Your Excellency." "Would you care to start your investigation in Barry's room?" "All in good time, Professor." "I shall take care of everything." "Pardon, effendi." "Mr. Chan is waiting for you in the laboratory." " Mr. Chan?" " I thought you told him to go." "Will you please come with us, Your Excellency?" "What are you doing here, Mr. Chan?" "Pardon intrusion of unwelcome presence... but have learned something of great interest." "His Excellency will be judge of that." "Most happy to have Excellency's distinguished opinion." "Also of Miss Arnold, if you would be so kind." "Very well, Mr. Chan." "Your prying into our affairs has brought us nothing but misfortune." "First it was Barry, and now it's Tom." " What's happened to Tom?" " Attempt made on life tonight... in Ameti tomb." " Two bullets in chest." " Where is he?" "Oh, wait, please." "He's still unconscious." "Dr. Jaipur is with him now in the guest room." "You had no right to expose Tom to such danger." "We looked to you for protection, which you haven't given us." " I'll have to ask you to leave, Mr. Chan." " That is already arranged." " His Excellency is taking charge." " Thank you." "Regret humble efforts have been unsuccessful." "Admitting failure like drinking bitter tea." "One last request." "Permission, please, to perform simple demonstration?" "Thank you so much." "Sealed tube like this could contain enough gas to cause death?" "That would depend upon the kind of gas used... also the amount inhaled by the victim." "At time of death, Mr. Barry playing violin." "Observe hole through which murderer... insert tube of deadly gas into sound box." "All very interesting, Mr. Chan." "But how could your murderer have broken the tube while Barry was playing?" "Murderer very ingenious." "He knew scientific fact... that very thin glass vibrate to certain sound." "Will demonstrate." "While playing, Mr. Barry's face directly over sound vent." "Inhale deadly gas." "Die almost instantly." "You have established motive, Mr. Chan?" "Motive for murders of professor and son very clear." "Of course." "What is it?" "Discover hidden room in tomb tonight... also clothing of Professor Arnold." " Then he did find the Ameti treasure?" " Yes." "And someone else having same knowledge... kill professor to keep treasure for self." "Then when murderer believe... son Barry also know secret, kill him too." "Edfu Ahmad!" "That explains the ravings about the vengeance of Sekhmet." "Head mask of goddess also found." "Mask used by murderer to frighten intruders away from tomb." "When device fail, murderer resort... to more practical methods..." "bullets... as in case of Mr. Tom Evans tonight." "Did Mr. Evans see who fired the shots?" "Bullet mark on flashlamp prove light focused on guilty man." " Then I must talk to him at once." " Excuse, please." "Must not disturb at present." "When conscious, Mr. Evans will name murderer." "Case now in your hands, Excellency." "Good-bye, gentlemen." "Thank you so much." "Well, Your Excellency?" "It is really a very simple matter." "All we have to do now is to capture Edfu Ahmad... and have, uh, Mr. Evans identify him." " Oh, Mr. Chan?" " Yes?" "If I've been rude, I..." "I owe you an apology." "I resented your attitude of suspicion." "I didn't realize how cleverly you were handling this matter." "Thank you so much." "You don't seem to realize you are dealing with a fanatic, a madman." "Edfu Ahmad must be captured dead or alive!" "And send a troop of my men here to keep watch outside." "Yes, yes." "Immediately." "Sorry to keep you waiting, Your Excellency." "These were in my room." "Thank you." "Mm-hmm." " Pardon me." " Yes, Doctor?" " Is Dr. Racine still here?" " Why, I think you'll find him on the patio." "Then with your permission, I shall leave the patient in his care." "How soon will I be able to talk with Mr. Evans, Doctor?" "It may be some time before he recovers consciousness, Your Excellency." "Hmm." "Then there's nothing to do but wait." " Good evening, Dr. Racine." " Good evening." "I trust you understand this emergency required immediate attention..." " and you were not available." " Certainly." "I'm very glad that Mr. Evans was in such capable hands." " Thank you, sir." "Good night." " Good night." " Oh!" " Oh, I'm sorry I startled you." "One of my lancets is missing, and I thought perhaps Dr. Jaipur... might've borrowed it and left it here." "I'm sure I don't know." "Have you noticed any change?" "He seems all right." "Oh, he must get well." "Would you mind opening the window a little, please?" "Has Tom recovered consciousness?" "Not yet." "He has a slight temperature... but that's to be expected." "Then if there's no immediate danger, you'd better get some rest, dear." " But, Uncle John, I..." " Now, Carol, remember, you've been ill." "Come, let me get you something to make you sleep." " I'm all right." " Now, don't worry." "I'll let you know the moment there's any change." "I'll be back shortly." "One moment, please." "Do not move." "Place knife on table." " Here are your police, Mr. Chang." " Thank you so much." " What has happened, Mr. Chan?" " And where did you find that lancet?" "It was missing from my case." "Very clever thought... to insert lancet into bullet wound... to make silent only witness who could accuse you." "But what about Edfu Ahmad?" "Entirely innocent." "Fanatic devotion to resting place of ancestors... provide excellent shield for real murderer." "You kill Professor Arnold for Ameti treasure." "You drugged Miss Carol's cigarettes... to discount anxiety over disappearance of father." "Later, when Mr. Barry appeared to have knowledge of treasure... kill him also to keep secret." "And tonight, shoot Mr. Evans when he recognize you in tomb." "Bullet which wound Professor Arnold six months ago... and one which wound Mr. Evans tonight fired from same gun... your gun." "Take him away." "You have been very helpful, Mr. Chan." "Thank you so much." "Most grateful for very able assistance." "It was terrible sitting here waiting... wondering how your plan would work out." "Courage greatest devotion to those we love." "Good-bye, Effendi Snowshoes." "Yes'm, but where you go from here?" "Journey of life like feather on stream... must continue with current." "Yes." "Sir?" "I guess you right, but I'm goin' with you." " Carol." " Tom, darling!"