her as she hesitated in the doorway. He waved at the display of

breakfast dishes on the sideboard.

As she spooned scrambled eggs on to her plate, she recognized the

landscape on the wall in front of her as a Constable.

'Did you sleep well?' He didn't wait for an answer, but went on, 'I have

heard from the police. They found the MAN truck abandoned in a lay-by

near Harrogate. They are going over it now but they don't expect to find

much.

We seem to be dealing with someone who knows what he is doing.'

'I must phone the hospital,' she said.

'I have already done so. Your mother had an easy night. I left a message

that you would visit her this evening.'

'This evening?' She looked around sharply. 'Why so late?'

'I intend to keep you busy until then. I want to get my money's worth

out of you.'

He stood as she came to the table, and drew back her chair to seat her.

She found the courtesy made her feel slightly uncomfortable, but she

made no comment.

'The first attack on you and Duraid at your villa in the oasis - we can

draw no conclusions from that' apart from the fact that the assassins

knew exactly what they were after, and where to look for it.' She found

the abrupt change of subject disconcerting. 'However, let's give some

thought to the second attempt in Cairo. The hand grenade.

Who knew you were going to the Ministry that afternoon, apart from the

minister himself?'

She reflected as she chewed and swallowed a mouthful of egg. 'I am not

sure. I think I told Duraid's secretary, maybe one of the other research

assistants.'

He frowned and shook his head. 'So half the museum staff knew about your

appointment?'

'That is about it, yes. Sorry.'

He pondered a moment, 'All right. Who knew you were leaving Cairo? Who

knew you were staying at your mother's cottage?'

'One of the clerks from administration brought my slides out to the

airport.'

'Did you tell him what flight you were leaving on?'

'No, definitely not.'

'Did you tell anybody at all?'

'No. That is.-'she hesitated.

'Yes?'

'I told the minister himself during our interview, when I asked for

leave of absence. Not him surely not?' her expression. reflected her

horror at the thought.

Nicholas shrugged, 'Some funny things happen. Of course, the minister

knew all about the work that you and Duraid were doing on the seventh

scroll?'

'Not all the details, but - yes - in general terms he knew what we were

up to.

'All right. Next question, tea or coffee?' He poured coffee into her

cup, and then went on, 'You said that nso Duraid had a list of possible

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