Chapter 30. Weston had the entire squadron of servants packed and ready to go when they got back to Cairo.

Kitten hadn't known quite what Fenwick was up to when he sent the telegrams, both in code,

one to someone she had never heard of in Alexandria, the second to an operative in Toronto.

The response, he had explained, would be two pre-arranged messages, one telling Weston

that Fenwick was through visiting his non-existent friends in Alexandria and would be back at the

Hotel Imperial within a day, and the second advising Fenwick that vitally important business

required his attention and his signature immediately back in Toronto,

forcing their return after what was, after all, quite a brief stay. In the end, it had worked

even better than he had thought. I hope I didn't overstep my bounds, sir, Weston said, but the

man at the desk said the telegram was very urgent, and I did not want

to be responsible for any delays it was in my power to avoid. Weston had assembled the staff,

got them packed, made arrangements with the hotel and for their charter flights, and packed his

master's effects. Fenwick read the telegram, looked very grave, and nodded to his new

butler. Very good, Weston, he smiled. Very good indeed. The net effect was that three hours

later, having scarcely had time to process the fact that she was apparently not going to die in

an undiscovered pyramid, at least not this week,

Kit Baxter was back on an airplane headed for home.

As relieved as she was, with no mission to prepare for this time, she was bored to tears.

May I sit down, Miss Baxter?

It was Weston. He had been up front with Fenwick since the plane took off,

and she couldn't imagine what had provoked him to wander back now, but she wasn't sorry to see him.

She was, as usual, sitting apart from the rest of the staff. And while they were more subdued

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