Curse of the Pharaoh: A Brock Stone Adventure

“Dead end,” Rose said glumly.

“Don’t be so quick to give up. I have some experience with hidden passageways.” He began a close inspection of the blocks from which the pyramid was built, running his fingers over each.

“What are we looking for?” Rose asked.

“A button, an engraving, any irregularity.”

A few minutes later Rose gasped. “I feel something!”

She was right. Engraved in worn lines that had almost faded away, was a star with a circle in the center.

“What is it?” Rose asked.

“A Seba. It’s the hieroglyphic representation of Duat — the Egyptian underworld.”

“You believe it’s important?”

“It’s worth a try.” Stone ran his fingers over the image. He tried pressing down on it but it held firm. He tried turning it, but also without success.

“Maybe the entire block moves,” Rose suggested.

Stone leaned in close. She was right. This block was not mortared in. He took out his knife and worked it around the edges, clearing enough space to take hold of it with his fingertips.

“Here goes nothing.” He gave the brick a pull and it slid free. Behind it was a handle. He grabbed hold of it, took a breath, and gave it a pull. The ground trembled and a low rumble filled the pyramid.

“You opened a trapdoor. Look!” Rose pointed to the back of the pyramid where a gaping hole led down into the darkness.

“I’ll go first,” Stone said.

“No, you won’t. This is my specialty.” Without another word, she descended into the hole and disappeared.

17 Swim for It

A loud commotion arose at the back of the room. The crowd parted as two of Balthus’s goons forced their way through. Each man tugged on a rope tied to the collar of a very large, very angry, spotted cat — an Arabian leopard! If they managed to get that thing into the fighting pit with Trinity…

Stone sprang into action. He seized the khopesh off the wall and charged the animal handlers. Before they could react, he swung the blade down with all its might. It sliced through the ropes that held the angry cat in place. Freed, the leopard immediately lashed out at anyone within its reach.

Grown men squealed like frightened children as they ran for the stairs that led up to the main deck. Balthus stood on his gold chair, cursing and shouting for his guards. His French accent was gone.

“Trinity!” Stone shouted. She looked in his direction and frowned. “It’s me!” He tugged at his false beard.

Relief flooded her face as she ran to him. He took her hand and lifted her out of the pit.

“I like the beard,” she said.

“It itches.”

Stone quickly scanned the room. The stairwell was clogged with patrons trying to force their way out. No one was moving.

“I’m stuck!” someone screamed.

“Move it, man. The leopard has gone mad!” The Englishman who had insulted Trinity was stuck at the back of the pack. He was frantically trying to wriggle his way into the throng, but the escape had become a dog-eat-dog affair. “If you greasy Egyptian swine don’t get out of my way…”

His words ended in a shriek as the leopard bore him to the ground.

“How do we get out of here?” Trinity asked.

“Out the back.” He pointed toward the stern. “We’ll hop off and swim to the dock.”

The floor shook and a loud rumble filled the air. The engine was running! The Sawyer was leaving the dock!

“What’s happening?” Trinity said.

“They’re taking the boat out onto the river. We’ve got to hurry.”

He took Trinity’s hand, and they made a run for it. One of Balthus’s goons tried to bar their way. Stone clubbed him with the hilt of the khopesh. His eyes rolled back, and he slumped to the ground. They hurdled his fallen body and kept running.

“Help me!” a woman shrieked.

Stone looked back to see Rose running toward them. He pushed the khopesh into Trinity’s hands.

“Keep going. I’ll catch up.”

“You are not going back for that woman!” Trinity said.

How could Stone explain that he owed it to Rose as recompense for what he had done to her? “There’s no time. Just go!”

Stone turned and made a beeline for Rose who was sprinting toward him. Her eyes were wide with terror. Off to the side, he saw Balthus, still standing atop his chair, take aim at her with an old Double Deringer. “Down!” Stone shouted, pointed at the ground.

Rose understood. She dropped into a baseball slide just as Balthus pulled the trigger. The bullet zipped past her, ricocheted crazily. Somewhere in the crowd of fleeing gamblers, someone cried out in pain.

Stone leaped over the sliding Rose and hit the ground directly in the path of one of Balthus’s goons. The big man swung a wild haymaker at Stone, who ducked the punch and delivered a left cross to the man’s chin. The bruno staggered. Out of the corner of his eye, Stone saw Balthus take aim again. Stone seized the dazed thug by the shoulders, spun him around, and used his body as a meat shield. Balthus’s bullet took his man in the back and the fellow collapsed with a grunt of pain.

“You made me kill my brother-in-law!” Balthus jumped down off his chair, drew a long-bladed knife, and charged at Stone.