The Hippopotamus Pool (An Amelia Peabody Murder Mystery)
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Is the Hippopotamus Pool a legend? Or Amelia's nemesis! A masked stranger offers to reveal an Egyptian queens' lost tomb - and Amelia Peabody and her irascible archaeologist husband Emerson are intrigued, to say the least. When the guide mysteriously disappears before he can tell them his secret, the Peabody-Emersons sail to Thebes to follow his trail, helped - and hampered - by their teenage son Rameses, and beautiful ward Nefret. Before the sands of time shift very far, all of them will be risking their lives foiling murderers, kidnappers, grave robbers, and ancient curses. Off once again on a rollicking adventure involving archaeology, murderers, kidnappers, grave robbers and ancient curses. And the hippopotamus Pool? It's a legend of war and wits that Amelia is translating, one that alerts her to a hippo of a different type - a nefarious, overweight art dealer who is on course to become her new arch-enemy!
glance. Nor was I able as yet to attend to him. I had to strike the man several times with the butt of my pistol before he stopped squirming. Since I did not want to kill him (not very much), he had to be bound and gagged. There was no sheet on the hard cot, not even a blanket. David had to give up his robe, which we tore into strips. I suppose the whole business only took a few minutes, but it seemed to go on for hours. Expecting at any second to hear feet in the corridor—frantic to assure
nightgown had lost several buttons, but Nefret was in worse case. Her gown hung open to the waist and had been pulled off one shoulder. Catching my eye she hurriedly adjusted it and burst into speech. “She struck him, Aunt Amelia! She was trying to—” “Oh, heavens!” Gertrude sagged at the knees and leaned heavily against the wall. “I did not know! I thought—good God! He has come back! Don’t let him go near her!” “He” was David, accompanied by Ahmed, who had been on guard outside Ramses’s
that absurd umbrella of yours. Are you unaware of the fact that it is considered to be a weapon of great magical power?” “Surely you jest.” “You are become a legend in your own time, Peabody,” Emerson said solemnly. “The tales are told and retold around the village fires, gaining in impressiveness with each repetition. Tales of the great and terrible Sitt Hakim, whose potent parasol can bring strong men to their knees, begging for mercy. You have our loyal men to thank for it,” he added with a
I must make certain he did not overdo or he would be sore and sunburned for days. Tactfully I urged him and Evelyn toward the folding chairs and tables I had caused to be set up under an awning of sailcloth. Emerson had fussed at me for “wasting time” with this, but unnecessary discomfort is a form of martyrdom with which I have no sympathy. Efficiency was also a consideration. There was no other shade when the sun was at the zenith, and it was very difficult to read Emerson’s notes when he
would assist us or explain why he is allegedly in danger.” Owing to the press of work, I had not seen much of David for the past few days. He always went with us to the tomb, since I felt he was safer there than alone on the boat, but he kept to himself, avoiding all society except that of Nefret and Ramses. Emerson’s remarks had made me more uncomfortable than I liked to admit and I determined to speak with the boy at the earliest opportunity. I was able to do so on the morning following Mr.