by John Blaine
Hassan’s car. If it was left on the road and not searched, Scotty or someone from the project would recognize it. Scotty would certainly search the car, and he would find kitty. It was what Rick would do, and he and Scotty thought alike on many things.
Hassan finished his recital of a trip to theValley of the Kings with his American employers and Rick took advantage of the lull to borrow a match. He lighted it and looked at his watch. It was nearlymidnight .
Had Scotty met Kernel Moustafa at seven? Rick thought he probably had, and
wondered what Third Brother’s reaction to his mysterious disappearance had been. If Scotty had the cat, had he delivered it? Rick thought not. Scotty would keep the cat, for bargaining purposes.
He found himself yawning. “Hassan, when do you think Youssef will come back?”
“If he wants us alive and able to talk, maybe day after tomorrow.If not- la samah Allah! -
maybe longer.
“What’s la samah Allah?” Rick stumbled over the pronunciation.
“God forbid,” Hassan said grimly.
“Amen,” Rick echoed.
He shifted position. “We’d better get some sleep. Should we go into the crypt or stay out here?”
The crypt was only a cubic chamber of rough stone, partly filled with drifting sand.
Desert winds had been alternately covering and uncovering it for centuries.
“Stay out here until morning. Then we go in out of sun, like today.Youssef good to us.
With no shelter from the sun, we would not last long.”
“He’s a fine fellow,” Rick said without heat. “Good night, Hassan.”
“ Leltaksaeeda , Rick. Good night to you.”
The boy curled up in a ball, knees tucked into stomach, head resting on one arm. He covered up as much as possible with the short coat, squirmed until he had a depression for his hip in the sand, and closed his eyes.
On the nearby dune the little jackal peeked over the top at the two prone figures and sang his vast displeasure to the moon. From faraway a friend or relative joined in the serenade. It was the last thing Rick heard.
Hassan shook him. “Rick! Awaken, please!Camels coming.”
Rick came back to reality from a dream of emptiness and loneliness in a darkened desert. The moon had set and false dawn was burning on the far horizon. He shook his head blearily. “What? Who’s coming?”
“Not know. I woke and saw camels on the sky.”
“In the east?”
“Yes.Against sky.”
Rick shivered in the biting chill of early morning. He doubted that any legitimate travelers came this way. Youssef would not have left them near a caravan route. He
could only guess that the thief himself was coming back, and he grew colder at the thought Perhaps Youssef had decided not to wait to soften Rick up. On the other hand, there was a remote possibility he had the cat. If he was a thief with honor, he might simply be coming to take them back.
The idea seemed unlikely. Scotty wouldn’t give up the cat, except in exchange for the two of them. If Youssef had found it himself, it was hours ago. He wouldn’t have waited to search Hassan’s car, if he had ever intended to search it.
An inner voice urged, “Tell him where the cat is. It’s not your cat, and there’s no reason to believe that Kernel Moustafa has any more right to what’s inside of it than Youssef has.”
But there was a deep streak of stubbornness in the Brants, which Rick had inherited. He knew he wouldn’t give in until he absolutely had to. When that time came he would tell Youssef the truth, that he had hidden the cat in theEgyptianMuseum . What he would not say was that the cat had been recovered and that he had left it in Hassan’s car.
False dawn had faded. It was nearly black, except for myriad stars. Hassan lay with his ear to the ground. Rick held perfectly still and waited.
Finally Hassan sat up. “Close now,” he whispered.
Rick wondered briefly if they shouldn’t put up a fight, but he knew it would be useless.
Youssef had too many men.
The camels appeared like wraiths from behind the dune, and Rick blinked trying to see more clearly.
There were three, and only one of them carried a rider. He waited tensely for the rest of the band to appear.
The camels arrived and Rick whispered urgently, “The rest must be behind. Jump him and we’ll grab the camels and make a run for it.”
Hassan tensed. “Yes. Be ready.”
The camel rider came close, and lifted a hand in greeting.“Assalamoalaikum.Fitkhedma
,yasidi .Ana gay mensidi Moustafa.”
Rick was tensed to spring, to haul the man from his saddle, when Hassan put a hand on his arm. “Wait. He say greeting, he is at your service, and he come from Mr. Moustafa!”
Rick watched in unbelieving amazement as the driver forced his groaning camel to kneel, then immediately commanded the other two to kneel also. When the camel’s protests had ceased, Hassan spoke to him rapidly. The man answered at length.
“He was with Youssef,” Hassan said. “But he is also in the pay of Kernel Moustafa.
Last night he went to Moustafa and told him about us. Moustafa sent him to bring us back.”
Rick hesitated. Could they trust this man? But it was a silly question, because he knew he had no choice. Anything was better than sitting in the desert and waiting.
“Ask if he has water, then we’ll go with him.” The mandid, a full water bag. They drank sparingly, knowing the danger of too much water after deprivation. Then the three mounted the camels. Rick held onto the horn in front of him as the mount
lurchedprotestingly to its feet, then they were going across the sands to the east at what seemed incredible speed. Ahead of them, the first flush of real dawn was visible.
The sun was high before they came within sight of the first man-made objects in the desert. Rick saw pyramids, but not those ofGiza . He called to Hassan, who was riding his swaying mount like a veteran.
“What pyramids are those, Hassan?”
“Sakkarah,” the dragoman replied. “We come back long way around.”
To the east, then the south, Rick thought. He was by no means sure of what would be waiting, but at least he knew where he was. Sakkarah, a “must” for tourists, Bartouki had said. Well, he was getting there, even though he had taken the hard way.
On the road near Sakkarah a car was waiting, and in it was Kernel Moustafa. The cameleer made the mounts kneel. Rick and Hassan got off, and the man with the camels hurried away without a word. The two walked up to the car.
“Thank you for rescuing us,” Rick said politely.
Moustafa had not spoken. Now he tugged at his mustache and nodded. “Whether it was worth while remains to be seen. According to my man, Youssef did not get the cat. This is correct?”
“Yes. Did you see my friend last night?”
“I did.Precisely at seven. He informed me that you were missing. Then, sometime later, my man managed to leaveYoussef’s gang and report in. I at once made plans for your rescue. Now tell me. Where is the cat?”
Rick was very, very tired of the Egyptian cat. He thought grimly that when he returned home he and his sister would have a long talk about volunteering services for strangers.
“The cat is under the back cushion of Hassan’s car,” he said tiredly. “And the sooner you take it off my hands, the better.”
“Hassan’s car is at the hotel,” Moustafa said. “Come. We will go there at once.”
Rick and Hassan climbed into the car and Moustafa raced the motor. He meshed gears and spun his wheels as he got off to a fast start.
He’s certainly in a hurry to get that cat, Rick thought. Well, he was the legitimate receiver. Only it was too bad to let the animal go without ever knowing what it contained.
No matter, Rick thought, as the desert road sped underneath. No matter now. In a few minutes it will be finished.
CHAPTER XVII
IsmailbenAdhem
Rick awoke
with the setting sun in his eyes. He yawned luxuriously and turned over to look at the clock, then sat upright in bed at the sight of Scotty and a stranger.
The stranger was young, with a friendly smile. He was relaxed as he sat in a
comfortable chair, but it was the same kind of relaxation one sees in a panther or another of the great cats. Rick knew, without even asking, that this lean, bronzed, good-looking Egyptian was a police officer and that he probably was a very good one. He looked like a hunter.
‘Thought you were going to sleep till tomorrow,” Scotty said. “Rick, this is
InspectorIsmailben Ad-hem of the Cairo Police.”
The inspector held out a brown hand. Rick sensed the strength in it, although the handshake was normal. “I’m glad you’re here,” the boy said frankly. “Between Youssef
and Kernel Moustafa, we’re sort of in a jam.”
The inspector smiled. “Well see if we can get you out of it. Suppose you call me Ben, just to make things easy. Now, Scotty has given me a detailed report of your activities up to the time you left the project yesterday. Suppose we pick up from there?”
“Okay. Can I order breakfast first?”
“Of course.Forgive my impatience. We can talk at leisure over coffee.”
Rick placed the order,then launched into a recital of yesterday’s events, including his night in the desert and rescue by Kernel Moustafa. He concluded, “We came back to the hotel. Hassan opened the car, and the cat was gone. Of course I had no idea what had happened to it. Moustafa turned black with rage. He said I had a clear choice of getting the cat back and turning it over to him, or having something unpleasant happen. He’ll be back at seven. He wasn’t joking.”
“No,” Ben agreed. “I know this man, and he does not joke. What then?”
“I sent Hassan home to get some rest, and I came up to the room and called the project.
Scotty answered. He told me Felix was safe, so I knew he had the cat, and he told me the police had been called in. I just fell into bed and went to sleep. That’s it.”
“It’s enough,” the inspector said. “Of course neither of you had any way of knowing what was going on. You had merely undertaken to do a favor for an acquaintance. I just wish some kind wind had whispered to you the idea of reporting to us after that first day in El Mouski.”
“I guess we were wrong,” Rick admitted. “At first it didn’t seem like a matter for the police. Later, we just didn’t think of it.”
“I understand. But it doesn’t pay to be too independent in a strange land, I assure you.
Ask Steve Ames.”
The boys stared in amazement. Steve Ames was a close friend, and their contact in JANIG, one of the top American government security organizations.
“How do you know Steve?” Rick asked in astonishment.
“He and I went through theFBIAcademy together. We keep in touch. Also, the
International Police Organization, which is called Interpol, keeps us up to date on developments. I know that your scientific group works closely with Steve.”
SoIsmailbenAdhem was an FBI graduate! Rick looked at him with new respect. “I guess we should have reported to you,” he said. “We just didn’t know.”
“No matter.It will all work out, anyway. In fact, your delay in contacting us may even make things simpler.”
“How?”Scotty asked.
Ben shrugged. “We will see. This cat of yours has many interesting possibilities.”
“Do you know why the cat is important?” Rick demanded.
“I have an idea. But please do not press me for details. It is better for everything to go on normally while I do a little useful work. So, I suggest you two continue on as before, with only one difference. You will use a different taxi to travel back and forth to Sahara Wells.”
“But Hassan is our dragoman,” Rick protested.
“What’s more, he’s a friend. We can’t switch now, after we engaged him for the duration of our stay.”
Ben smiled warmly. “Your loyalty to Hassan does you credit. But don’t worry. He will be taken care of. You and I will trade transportation. I will use Hassan, and you will use my taxi.”
“I don’t get it,” Scotty said.
“It’s simple. Both of you are able to testify to criminal actions on the part of Youssef.
Also, if this works out as I hope, you will have testimony to give on the actions of Kernel Moustafa. Now, if you knew there was evidence against you, and you were completely ruthless, what would you do?”
“Remove the evidence,” Rick said slowly. His eyes met Scotty’s.
“Exactly.So, Hassan stays with me, and your taxi driver will be one of my best officers.
He will stay with you at all times. While you are in the hotel, another of my men will be your hall porter.”
“Do you really think we’re in any danger?” Scotty asked.
“Don’t ever doubt it, Scotty. Be on guard at all times.”
“It’s because the cat is very important,” Rick stated. “And the cat is important because of something inside of it. You know what that something is.”
“An excellent deduction,” Ben agreed with a grin.“All but the last statement. I do not know what it is. I merely suspect. My evidence is circumstantial. I’ll tell you this much, though. I know a great deal about certain interests of the Moustafa brothers, and I was informed by Interpol that there is an interesting gentleman of great wealth inSan Francisco who talks too much.”
Rick thought over the statement. It didn’t help at all. He couldn’t see what a talkative man inCalifornia had to do with the Egyptian cat. “That’s not very informative,” he objected.
Ben laughed. “I’m sure it isn’t. But I’ll make you a promise. Before you leaveEgypt , we will perform a small operation on the cat and remove its appendix- or whatever else it may have inside.”
“We’ll hold you to that,” Scotty told him.
Rick’s breakfast arrived, and over cafe au lait and Egyptian rollsIsmailbenAdhem questioned Rick until he was sure he had extracted all the information the two boys had.
It suddenly occurred to Rick that he had asked no questions himself. “Where’s the cat?”
he demanded.
“At the project,” Scotty replied. “I was going to turn it over to Ben, but he said to leave it there.”
“It might be uncomfortable at the station,” Ben added with a twinkle. “After all, it’s a well-cared-for pet.”
Rick grinned. “We’ve grown fond of it,” he admitted. “Second question: can’t you just pick up Youssef on a kidnaping charge?”
“We could, if we knew where to find him. But Youssef is a hard man to locate when he goes underground. We’ve been trying to get something on him for years, and we know him well. This time he’s over-played his hand and we’ve got him. It’s only a question of time.”
“How about Moustafa?”Rick asked. “Is he guilty of anything?”
The police officer finished his coffee and rose. “Not yet,” he said. “But he will be. Now, stay together at all times. Ride with the taxi driver who will be waiting for you in the hall. Otherwise, go about your business as usual, and have a good time.”
Scotty saw him to the door,then turned to Rick. “Moustafa isn’t guilty of anything yet, but he will be. That’s interesting.”
Rick thought so, too. “Isn’t it pretty careless, leaving the cat at the project?”
“Seems so,” Scotty agreed. “But I think Ben knows what he’s doing.”
“I guess you’re right,” Rick said soberly.
After more coffee and a shower, he felt like himself again. There was work to do at the project, so the two boys picked up the police driver, who was keeping an eye on their door, and rode to the project.
The scientists greeted Rick happily. “We were pretty worried for a while,” Winston said, and the Egyptians echoed him.
“We don’t usually treat tourists this way,” Farid said jokingly, but behind the smi
le Rick sensed that the Egyptian scientist was embarrassed by what had happened to a guest.
“I got myself into it,” Rick pointed out. “If we had gone to the police about the Egyptian cat that first day, there would have been no trouble.”
Dr. Kerama put a hand on his shoulder. “It is very kind of you to try to save our feelings. But we were so involved in this fascinating problem that we simply didn’t pay enough attention. Otherwise, we could have advised you to see the police.”
“How is it going?” Rick asked.
“Very well,” Farid said. “We’re exchanging reports constantly with the other radio telescopes and it’s clear that we have something extraordinary. We’re trying to agree on the precise location of this space object. The next step will be to examine the signals more closely to see if a pattern can be found or if they’re simply random.”
“If you and Scotty feel up to it,” Winston added, “we’d like you to duplicate the audio tapes for us. We want to send a set right away to Green Bank. They started audio recording, too, yesterday, but they don’t have the hours when the object was in sight of our telescope but not theirs. They’re duplicating the signals we didn’t get after the object
dropped below our horizon. That way we’ll both have a complete record for analysis.”
“What is the space object?” Rick asked.
Winston shook his head. “We don’t know. It’s too early even to speculate much. Can you make the duplicates?”
It was early evening. “We can get sandwiches at the Mena House and work until we’re finished,” Rick replied. “That will get us home beforemidnight . There can’t be more than a few hours to record.”
“Fine.You’ll be alone, but since the inspector put a police guard on you, I’m sure it will be all right.”
Farid had arranged the technical setup, using another unit borrowed from the
government radio station for the purpose. All they would need to do was feed tape into the machines and watch the recording level.
One of the Egyptian technicians drove to the Mena House and brought back sandwiches and cokes. The scientists departed, to have a quick dinner and then resume work at a different location where a computer was available to do the complicated mathematics required for analysis of the data.
