Charlie Chan in Egypt Page #4

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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.

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