“See,” grinned the janitor, displaying a row of uneven, yellowing teeth and waving his arm at around the room. Simon entered. In coffinlike, glass cases one above another lay the remains of a dozen or more mummified Kings and Queens of Ancient Egypt.
The seedy grin quickly changed to puzzlement as the caretaker watched while Simon walked straight past the cases and onwards towards the door at the other end of the room.
“No, no − not over there!” he whispered loudly.
He was confused; did the Englishman not want to see the mummies? Besides he thought if he went through that second door then there was a strong possibility that he could get into real trouble.
Simon ignored him and quickly grabbed the handle. The old infrastructure of the building was well past its prime; with the wood deca
