Charlie Chan in Egypt Page #2

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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 21 st 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 somethin' 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 touchin' 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 touchin' 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...

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?

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