Charlie Chan in Egypt Page #3

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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.

L:

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,

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