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Updated: July 23, 2025
"She can read the Egyptian papyri, she tells me, and she can decipher anything on any of the monuments. I only wish I could persuade her to accompany me to Thebes and Karnak." Lady Fulkeward unfurled her fan and swayed it to and fro with an elegant languor. "How delightful that would be!" she sighed.
There was no real resemblance in this horrible picture to the radiant and glowing loveliness of the Princess Ziska, yet, at the same time, there was sufficient dim likeness to make an imaginative person think it might be possible for her to assume that appearance in death. Several minutes passed in utter silence, then Lord Fulkeward suddenly rose. "I'm going!" he said.
And at the name Lady Chetwynd Lyle rose in all her majesty from the seat she had occupied till then, and in tones of virtuous indignation said to Lady Fulkeward: "I told you the Princess was not a proper person! Now it is proved I am right! To think I should have brought Dolly and Muriel here! I shall really never forgive myself! Come, Sir Chetwynd, let us leave this place instantly!"
"Well, we shall all get inside the mysterious palace next Wednesday evening," said Lady Fulkeward, closing her eyes with a graceful air of languor, "It will be charming, I am sure, and I daresay we shall find that there is no mystery at all about it." "Two months ago," suddenly said a smooth voice behind them, "the Ziska's house or palace was uninhabited."
Lady Fulkeward gave a little scream and looked round. "Good gracious, Dr. Dean! How you frightened me!" The Doctor made an apologetic bow. "I am very sorry. I forgot you were so sensitive; pray pardon me! As I was saying, two months ago the palace of the Princess Ziska was a deserted barrack.
"She's enormously wealthy, I hear," said young Lord Fulkeward, another of the languid smokers, caressing his scarcely perceptible moustache. "My mother thinks she is a divorcee." Sir Chetwynd looked very serious, and shook his fat head solemnly. "Well, there is nothing remarkable in being divorced, you know," laughed Ross Courtney. "Nowadays it seems the natural and fitting end of marriage."
"There is shade all the way," suggested the Doctor, "I said as much to a young woman this morning who has been in the hotel for nearly two months, and hasn't seen the Pyramids yet." "What has she been doing with herself?" asked Lady Fulkeward, smiling. "Dancing with officers," said Dr. Dean. "How can Cheops compare with a moustached noodle in military uniform!
"The Princess Ziska," said Lord Fulkeward. "I was saying that I don't quite like the look of her eyes." "Why not? Why not?" demanded the doctor with sudden asperity. "What's the matter with them?" "Everything's the matter with them!" replied Ross Courtney with a forced laugh. "They are too splendid and wild for Fulke; he likes the English pale-blue better than the Egyptian gazelle-black."
"Do you not realize what folly you are talking? You are making love to me in the fashion of a brigand, rather than a nineteenth-century Frenchman of good standing, and I I have to defend myself against you also brigand-wise, by showing you that I have armed servants within call! It is very strange, it would frighten even Lady Fulkeward, and I think she is not easily frightened.
If Lady Fulkeward visits the Princess there can be no doubt as to her actual STATUS." "Oh, I don't know!" murmured Lord Fulkeward, stroking his downy lip. "You see my mother's rather an exceptional person. When the governor was alive she hardly ever went out anywhere, you know, and all the people who came to our house in Yorkshire had to bring their pedigrees with them, so to speak.
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