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What did it mean? The note with the hieroglyphs was found in the pocket of a man lying dead in an alley. The only other item of interest on him was a piece of jewellery, a reproduction of the Charlemagne talisman, but so well done that Vicky Bliss thought she was being shown the real thing. The gold work had been done by a master craftsman; the stones were of top quality synthetic...Vicky didnt know what it meant yet, but ion the sundrenched streets and moonlit courtyards of Rome, she was going to find out - if the dangerously exciting Englishman didnt get in her way!

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ELIZABETH PETERS was born and brought up in Illinois. She is a prolific and successful novelist with over fifty novels to her credit and is internationally renowned for her mystery stories. Mrs Peters lives in a historic farmhouse in Frederick, Maryland, with six cats and one dog.

Praise for Elizabeth Peters

A writer so popular that the library has to keep her books under lock and key.

Washington Post Book World

Elizabeth Peters has always known how to romance us.

New York Times Book Review

Also by Elizabeth Peters

The Amelia Peabody

murder mystery series:

Titles listed in order)

The Vicky Bliss

murder mystery series:

(Titles listed in order)

Crocodile on the Sandbank

Borrower of the Night

The Curse of the Pharaohs

Street of the Five Moons

The Mummy Case

Silhouette in Scarlet

Lion in the Valley

Trojan Gold

The Deeds of the Disturber

Night Train to Memphis

The Last Camel Died at Noon

The Snake, the Crocodile and the Dog

The Hippopotamus Pool

Seeing a Large Cat

The Ape Who Guards the Balance

The Falcon at the Portal

Thunder in the Sky

Lord of the Silent

The Golden One

Children of the Storm

Guardian of the Horizon

The Serpent on the Crown

Tomb of the Golden Bird

Constable Robinson Ltd 3 The Lanchesters 162 Fulham Palace Road London W6 9ER - photo 1

Constable & Robinson Ltd

3 The Lanchesters

162 Fulham Palace Road

London W6 9ER

www.constablerobinson.com

First published in the UK by Judy Piatkus Publishers Ltd 1988

This UK paperback edition published by Robinson, an imprint of Constable & Robinson Ltd 2007

Copyright MPM Manor, Inc. 1988, 2007

To Sara and Dave

and all the other Davidsons

with love

Chapter One

Picture 2

I WAS SITTING at my desk doing my nails when the door opened and the spy sneaked in. He was wearing one of those trench coats that have pockets and flaps and shoulder straps all over them. The collar was turned up so that it practically met the brim of the hat he had pulled down over his eyebrows. His right hand was in the coat pocket. The pocket bulged.

Guten Morgen, Herr Professor, I said. Wie gehts?

Wie gehts is not elegant German. It has become an Americanism, like chop suey. I speak excellent German, but Herr Professor Doktor Schmidt was amused when I resorted to slang. He has a kooky sense of humour anyhow. Schmidt is my boss at the National Museum, and when hes in his right mind he is one of the foremost medieval historians in the world. Occasionally he isnt in what most people would call his right mind. Hes a frustrated romantic. What he really wants to be is a musketeer, wearing boots and a sword as long as he is; or a pirate; or, as in this case, a spy.

He swept his hat off with a flourish and leered at me. It breaks me up to watch Schmidt leer. His face isnt designed for any expression except a broad Father Christmas grin. He keeps trying to raise one eyebrow, but he cant control the muscles, so they both go up, and his blue eyes twinkle, and his mouth puckers up like a cherubs.

How goes it, babe? he inquired, in an accent as thick as Goethes would have been if he had spoken English which he may have done, for all I know. Thats not my field. My field is medieval Europe, with a minor in art history. Im good at it, too. At this point it is safe to admit that I got my job at the museum in Munich through a certain amount of well, call it polite pressure. Professor Schmidt and I had met while he was under the influence of one of his secondary personalities a worldly, sophisticated crook, like Arsene Lupin. We had both been looking for a missing art object, and some of the good doctors activities towards this end might not have struck his scholarly colleagues as precisely proper. No, it was not blackmail not exactly and anyway, now that I had been on the job for almost a year, Schmidt was the first to admit that I earned my keep. He didnt even mind my working on my novel during office hours, so long as I took care of pressing business first. And lets face it there are few life-and-death issues in medieval history.

Professor Schmidts eyes fell on the pile of typescript at my right elbow.

How goes the book? he inquired. Did you get the heroine out of the brothel?

She isnt in a brothel, I explained, for the fifth or sixth time. Schmidt is mildly obsessed by brothels the literary kind, I mean. Shes in a harem. A Turkish harem, in the Alhambra.

Professor Schmidts eyes took on the familiar academic gleam.

The Alhambra was not

I know, I know. But the reader wont. You are too concerned with accuracy, Herr Professor. Thats why you cant write a popular dirty book, like me. Im stuck for the moment, though. There have been too many popular books about Turks and harems. Im trying to think of an original example of lust. It isnt easy.

Professor Schmidt pondered the question. I didnt really want to hear his idea of what constituted original lust, so I said quickly, But I distract you, sir. What did you want to see me about?

Ah. Schmidt leered again. He took his hand out of his pocket.

It didnt hold a gun, of course. I had not expected a gun. I had expected an apple or a fistful of candy; Schmidts potbelly is the result of day-long munching. But at the sight of what emerged, clasped tenderly in his pudgy fingers, I gasped.

Dont be misled by the gasp. This is not going to be one of those books in which the heroine keeps shrieking and fainting and catching her breath. Im not the fainting type, and not much surprises me. Im not that old (still on the right side of thirty), but my unfortunate physical characteristics have exposed me to many educational experiences.

Let me make it perfectly clear that I am not kidding when I refer to my figure as unfortunate. Im too tall, almost six feet; I inherited a healthy, rounded body from my Scandinavian ancestors, along with dark-blue eyes and lots of blonde hair; I dont gain weight, so the said body is slender in what are supposed to be the right places. As far as Im concerned, they are the wrong places. All you ugly ducklings out there, take heart; you are better off than you realize. When people love you, they love the important things about you, the things that endure after wrinkles and middle-aged spread have set in your brains and your personality and your sense of humour. When people look at me, all they see is a blown-up centrefold. Nobody takes me seriously. When I was younger, I wanted to be little and cuddly and cute. Now Id settle for being flat-chested and myopic. It would save a lot of wear and tear on my nerves.

Sorry about the tirade. But it isnt easy to convince people that youve got a brain when all they can see are curves and flowing blonde hair. Nor is it easy for a woman like me to get a job. Intellectual women mistrust me on sight. Intellectual men are just like all other men, they hire me but for the wrong reasons. That was why meeting Professor Schmidt was such a break. Bless his heart, hes as innocent as he looks. He really thinks I am brilliant. If he were six feet four and thirty years younger, Id marry him.

He beamed at me as he stood there in his spy costume, with his hand outstretched; and the object on his palm glowed and shimmered, almost as if it were smiling too.

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