“What do you mean, he wasn’t there?” Feisal cried. “Where else could he be? You didn’t search thoroughly!” “We tore the place apart.” Ashraf spread his dust-smeared, splinter-riddled hands. “Not only the main house, but every outbuilding. That woman—that dreadful woman—has gone to investigate the villa at Karnak, but I cannot believe they would have left him there unattended.” “No,” John said. “Where can he be?” Ashraf’s voice rose in a poignant plea. “Well, now, that’s the question, isn’t it?” John said coolly. “Let us control our emotions and examine the matter logically.” “Please,” I said. “Not another lecture on crime and the criminal mind.” “Just crime, darling. I was about to go into that aspect of the matter when we were interrupted. If anyone has a better suggestion…” Eyebrow lifted, he swept his audience with an inquiring eye. No one responded. Ashraf had relapsed into gloomy despair, Feisal was pacing, Schmidt watched John with amiable expectation, and even Saida was fresh out of ideas.
What do You think about The Laughter Of Dead Kings?
