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VI. The Adventure of the Egyptian Tomb
Asweenteredthetentwhichhadbeenassignedtous,forawashbeforejoiningtheeveningmeal,atalldarkfigureinwhiterobesstoodasidetoletuspasswithagracefulgestureandamurmuredgreetinginArabic.Poirotstopped.
“YouareHassan,thelateSirJohnWillard’sservant?”
“IservedmyLordSirJohn,nowIservehisson.”Hetookastepnearertousandloweredhisvoice.“Youareawiseone,theysay,learnedindealingwithevilspirits.Lettheyoungmasterdepartfromhere.Thereisevilintheairaroundus.”
Andwithanabruptgesture,notwaitingforareply,hestrodeaway.
“Evilintheair,”mutteredPoirot.“Yes,Ifeelit.”
Ourmealwashardlyacheerfulone.ThefloorwaslefttoDr.Tosswill,whodiscoursedatlengthuponEgyptianantiquities.Justaswewerepreparingtoretiretorest,SirGuycaughtPoirotbythearmandpointed.Ashadowyfigurewasmovingamidstthetents.Itwasnohumanone:Irecognizeddistinctlythedog-headedfigureIhadseencarvedonthewallsofthetomb.
Mybloodliterallyfrozeatthesight.
“MonDieu!”murmuredPoirot,crossinghimselfvigorously.“Anubis,thejackal-headed,thegodofdepartingsouls.”
“Someoneishoaxingus,”criedDr.Tosswill,risingindignantlytohisfeet.
“Itwentintoyourtent,Harper,”mutteredSirGuy,hisfacedreadfullypale.
“No,”saidPoirot,shakinghishead,“intothatoftheDr.Ames.”
Thedoctorstaredathimincredulously;then,repeatingDr.Tosswill’swords,hecried:
“Someoneishoaxingus.Come,we’llsooncatchthefellow.
