It Happened In Egypt Author:C. N. Williamson 1914 - TO D. D. AND F. C. J. WHO WERE THERE WHEN IT HAPPENED WE DEDICATE THIS STORY OF ADVEN TURES GRAVE AND GAY IN EGYPT - CHAPTER - CONTENTS I . The Secret and the Girl . . . . . . . 11 . Cleopatra and the Ships Mystery . . . . 111 . A Disappointment and a Dragoman . . . IV . A Man in a Green Turban . . . . . . V . The Caf6 of Abdullahi . . . ... more ». . . . V1 . The Great Sir RIarcus . . . . . . . VII . The Revelations of a Retired Colonel . . . VIII . Foxy Duffing . . . . . . . . . . IS . What Happened When IC1y Back Was Turned X . The Secret RIonny Kept . . . . . . XI . The House of the Crocodile . . . . . . XII . The Night of the Full Moon . . . . . . XIII . An Underground Proposal . . . . . . XIV . The Desert Diary Begun . . . . . . XV . The Desert Diary to Its Bitter End . . . XVI . An Oiled Hand . . . . . . . . . SVII . The Ships Mystery Again . . . . . . XVIII . The Asiut Mair . . . . . . . . . If at First You Dont Succeed . . . . . XX . The Zone of Fire . . . . . . . . . XXI . The Opening Door . . . . . . . . XXII . The Driver of an Arabeah . . . . . . XXIIT . Bengal Fire . . . . . . . . . . XXIV . Playing Heavy Father to Rachel . . . . XXV . Marooned . . . . . . . . . . . . CONTENTS CHAPTER XXVI . XXVII . XXVIII . XXIS . XXY . XXXI . XXXII . What We Said What We Heard . . The Inner Sanctuary . . . . . . 11 ort. h Paying For . . . . . . Exit Antoun . . . . . . . . The Sirdars Ball . . . . . . The RZountain of the Golden Pyramid The Secret . . . . . . . . PAGE . . 404 . . 480 . . 437 . . 456 . . 468 . . 479 . . 495 IT HAPPENED IN EGYPT IT HAPPENED IN EGYPT THE SECRET AND THE GIRL THE exciting part began in Cairo but perhaps I ought to go back to what happened on the Laeonia, between a l e s and Alexandria Luckily no one can expect a man who actually rejoices in his nickname of Duffer to know how or where a true story should begin. The huge ship was passing swiftly out of the Bay of Naples, and already we were in the strait between Capri and the mainland. I had come on deck from the smoking-room for a last look at poor Vesuvius, who lost her lovely head in the last eruption. 1 paced up, and dom, acutely conscious of my great secret, the secret inspiring my voyage to Egypt. For months it had been the hidden romance of life now it began to seem - real. This is not the moment to tell how I got the papers that revealed the secret, before I passed them on to Anthony Fenton at Khartum, for him to say whether or not the notes were of real importance. But the papers had been left in Rome by Ferlini, the Italian Egyptologist, seventy years ago, when he gave to the museum at Berlin the treasures he had unearthed. It was Ferlini who ransacked the pyramids all about Merog, that so-called island in the desert, where in its days of splendour reigned the queens Candace. Fenton, stationed at martum, an eager dabbler in the old lore of Egypt, sent me an enthusiastic telegram the moment he read the documents. They confirmed legends of the Sudan in which he had been interested. Putting two and two together - the legends and Ferlinis notes - Anthony was convinced that we had the clue to fortune. At once he appIied for permission to excavate under the little outlying mountain named by the desert folk the Mountain of the Golden Pyramid. At first the spot was thought to fall within the province given up to Garstang, digging for Liverpool University. Later, however, the Service des Antiquitks pronounced the place to be outside Garstangs borders, and it seemed that luck was coming our way. No one but we two - Fenton and I - had any inkling of what might lie hidden in the Mountain of the Golden Pyramid...« less