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VI. The Adventure of the Egyptian Tomb
I’msorrythattherewasnoonetomeetyouinCairo.Anunforeseeneventoccurredwhichcompletelydisorganizedourplans.”
Poirotpaled.Hishand,whichhadstolentohisclothes-brush,stayeditscourse.
“Notanotherdeath?”hebreathed.
“Yes.”
“SirGuyWillard?”Icried.
“No,CaptainHastings.MyAmericancolleague,Mr.Schneider.”
“Andthecause?”demandedPoirot.
“Tetanus.”
Iblanched.AllaroundmeIseemedtofeelanatmosphereofevil,subtleandmenacing.Ahorriblethoughtflashedacrossme.SupposingIwerethenext?
“MonDieu,”saidPoirot,inaverylowvoice,“Idonotunderstandthis.Itishorrible.Tellme,monsieur,thereisnodoubtthatitwastetanus?”
“Ibelievenot.ButDr.AmeswilltellyoumorethanIcando.”
“Ah,ofcourse,youarenotthedoctor.”
“MynameisTosswill.”
This,then,wastheBritishexpertdescribedbyLadyWillardasbeingaminorofficialattheBritishMuseum.Therewassomethingatoncegraveandsteadfastabouthimthattookmyfancy.
“Ifyouwillcomewithme,”continuedDr.Tosswill,“IwilltakeyoutoSirGuyWillard.Hewasmostanxioustobeinformedassoonasyoushouldarrive.”
Weweretakenacrossthecamptoalargetent.Dr.Tosswilllifteduptheflapandweentered.Threemenweresittinginside.
“MonsieurPoirotandCaptainHastingshavearrived,SirGuy,”saidTosswill.
Theyoungestofthethreemenjumpedupandcameforwardtogreetus.Therewasacertainimpulsivenessinhismannerwhichremindedmeofhismother.
