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Updated: May 13, 2025
We picked up Ali the day before you arrived. We did not get Fuad until an hour before you visited him. The local people were nervous over the arrest. Many in that neighborhood support the Moustafas." Kemel Moustafa spoke. "I'm not in it. You can't prove that I am." Ben nodded. "Proof may be difficult. That is why you were allowed to remain at large while we collected your brothers.
If you tell me the one in the pyramid was indeed the original, I will be very disappointed. Such a model would not be suitable." "It wasn't," Rick said briefly. "Ah. And where is the original?" Rick's smile was every bit as warm and friendly as Kemel Moustafa's. "Perhaps the answer to that had better wait until we have talked to Bartouki." The Egyptian's smile broadened.
If not, tell us what to do with it." Bartouki's voice sounded incredulous over the ocean miles. "This is incredible! I must know the meaning of this. May I speak to Kemel?" Rick handed the phone to the third brother and listened. Kemel launched immediately into a rapid flow of Arabic. Scotty interrupted, "Can you speak in English please?" Kemel stopped abruptly. "Of course. Forgive me."
Now, Scotty has given me a detailed report of your activities up to the time you left the project yesterday. Suppose we pick up from there?" "Okay. Can I order breakfast first?" "Of course. Forgive my impatience. We can talk at leisure over coffee." Rick placed the order, then launched into a recital of yesterday's events, including his night in the desert and rescue by Kemel Moustafa.
Scotty reached in his pocket and found a pocket calendar. He consulted it. "Hey, you're not kidding!" "Nope. So, as the year closes, where are we? Caught between Kemel and Youssef." "Maybe next year will bring better things," Scotty said with a grin. "Uhuh. But for whom?" "That," Scotty said, "remains to be seen!" The Space Mystery
"The Moustafas stole the necklace, and smuggled it to America. Bartouki sold it to the collector, through an American helper. Then he had the money sealed in the cat. He handed it to me, because my sister gave him an opening and I fell into it. Meanwhile, you put Ali in jail, then Fuad. Youssef got into the act through the clerk. So then we had Kemel Moustafa and Youssef on our trail.
Allah protect you." Moustafa handed the phone to Rick. The boy said quickly, "Yes, sir?" "My dear boy, I am very upset by this affair." Bartouki sounded agitated, even across the miles. "Kemel will try to find out what has been going on. Meanwhile, please give him the model. And accept my apologies for getting you into such a situation, and my thanks for your loyalty to our model cat.
I've wondered about that myself, since we were rescued by Kemel this morning. So we're caught between a pair of tough characters, like eggs in the jaws of a vise." Scotty finished grimly, "And right now the jaws are closing. Fast." A thought struck Rick and he grinned. "How about scrambled eggs for New Year's Eve dinner?" "What?" "It's New Year's Eve."
"We got both Youssef and Moustafa, although the trap was only for Kemel. And you were never in any real danger, except for a stray bullet. I've been in the unfinished barracks with my men since noontime. The senior scientists knew it. That's why they were willing to leave you alone. Two of my men mingled with Youssef's gang as soon as they arrived, and weren't detected.
Well, he was getting there, even though he had taken the hard way. On the road near Sakkarah a car was waiting, and in it was Kemel Moustafa. The cameleer made the mounts kneel. Rick and Hassan got off, and the man with the camels hurried away without a word. The two walked up to the car. "Thank you for rescuing us," Rick said politely. Moustafa had not spoken.
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