‘Oh no!’ Emma flung herself down on the ground, hot, tired and now bitterly disappointed and angry. It was almost as though Eliot was deliberately trying to sabotage their mission.
‘Perhaps he has the key himself,’ Bernard suggested.
‘They’d never let tourists loose in this place without a guard. No, he has screwed it up in some way!’ And Jack uttered a few expressive expletives. ‘One of us will have to go back and find out what has happened.’
But it was already past noon and they would have very little time left by the time they had gone back to el-Till and returned again.
For a while they sat against the rock wall, trying to get what little shade there was, and fumed.
Finn seemed to be the only one not agitated by the situation. He took out his flute and started to play. At first th
