Tutukhamen 5
posted October 24, 2009 - 1:26am
Tutukhamen 5
Once in the desert and unable to contain his Secret any longer, Blamey passed across the map. Bill turned it this way and that, upside down, and even looked at the back.
“This,” he declared, “is
as clear as a crow in a cellar. It’s all Greek to me, mate.”
Blamey pointed. “These hieroglyphics, old boy, are a lot older than Greek.” He poked a podgy finger at the cursive Arabic. “But this writing here, these are the directions.”
“Directions?” Bill looked around. Other than the Great Pyramid, all they could see was sand, sand, and more sand. “Directions to?”
“Ah ha, that’s the point. It’s directions from.” Putting the tractor in neutral, the Professor awkwardly jumped down and extracted an instrument from the trailer. “This wotchamacallit,” he said, “will allow us to measure angles to the Pyramid’s peak.” He adjusted the equipment. “Twenty degrees. Damn, still too close.”
They clambered back into the tractor and continued further on. The sun was high and waves of dry heat blew beneath their canopy. Blamey turned on the air-conditioning.
“Diesel,” he said. “But I’ve had it modified to run on vegetable oil. Now our only emission is fish and chips. Ha-ha.” Ramses began sniffing. “The combusted oil from fish and chips, anyway.” Ramses stopped sniffing. “Clever dog, that, old boy.”
Bill half-turned. “Oh, he understands food, all right.”
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