by John Blaine
“I get the picture,” Rick stated. “The Moustafas stole the necklace, and smuggled it toAmerica . 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 Kernel Moustafa and Youssef on our trail. Why didn’t you put Kernel in jail, too?And how about Bartouki?”
“We had no evidence that would stand up in court againstKernel, although we were convinced he was in the act with his brothers. That’s why I waited until he tried to take the cat by force.”
Rick exploded, “You used us and the cat for bait!”
“It worked,” Ben pointed out mildly. “We got both Youssef and Moustafa, although the trap was only for Kernel. 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 Youssefs gang as soon as they arrived, and weren’t detected. Any sign of real danger to you and they’d have bailed you out fast. But we were holding off, because I had a radio message that Kernel was on his way with a gang of his own.”
“You certainly had things taped,” Scotty said admiringly. “I guess we ought to be mad.
But you’d have an equal right to get mad because we tried to go it alone.”
“We’ll call it square,” Ben agreed.“About Bartouki. We needed the evidence of the cat, and a statement from you that he had handed it to you. That was the only sure way of tying him in. Tonight we’ll send a message via Interpol to theNew York police.”
So far, everything had been circumstantial evidence. Rick wanted to see if their guesses were correct. “Open the cat,” he begged.
“Get thesaw,” Ben said.
Rick jumped to his feet. There was a toolbox in the closet. He brought it to the inspector.
Ben handed the cat to him. “Saw away.”
Scotty held the cat firmly on a chair while Rick wielded the saw. Plastic sawdust flew from under the blade.
Rick felt the blade hit metal and stopped. “Hit something!” he said excitedly.“Metal, but soft. Like lead.”
Scotty groaned. “Do you suppose Bartouki was telling the truth?”
“We’ll soon know.” Rick moved the saw blade to a different angle and began cutting around the cat, changing angles each time he hit the material on the inside. Before long, the Egyptian cat had a cut around its middle and Rick put the saw away. There were a hammer and screw driver in the toolbox. He inserted the tip of the screw driver into the saw cut and tapped the handle with the hammer.
The cat split open.
Scotty let out a yell of triumph. In the bottom half was a square of lead, and it was clearly a box, not a solid lump.
“Hurry!”Rick pleaded.
Scotty took the screw driver and pried. The lead box yielded reluctantly.
There wasn’t a sound in the control room except for the impulses from the tape recorder, which ran on unnoticed.
Scotty pried gingerly, and the lead box came loose and dropped to the floor.
Rick scooped it up and turned it in his hands, looking for the opening. He found only a thin seam of solder around one flat side.
“Have to cut it open,” Rick said. Using his jack-knife, he scored the bead of solder. It cut easily. He scored it again, deeper, and felt the knife blade penetrate. He turned the box and did the same thing to both ends.
Face flushed with excitement, he took the screw driver, thrust it under the lid, and bent it upward.
The box opened.
It contained a solid wad of bills. Rick touched the top one, still a little unbelieving. The figure on it was 1000!
He turned the box over and tapped it. The bills dropped out. He didn’t doubt there were two hundred of them.
Two hundred thousand dollars!
Rick looked at the expressions on the faces around him. Scotty was standing with openmouthed excitement. Youssef was leaning forward, feasting on the wealth with greedy eyes. Moustafa was slumped in resignation. AndIsmailbenAdhem had the look of the cat that swallowed the cream.
“Now,” Rick said triumphantly, “now we know why the cat was important!”
CHAPTER XX
The Signal Vanishes
Rick studied the Sanborn tracing. He could see where the pulsed signals gradually disappeared into a much stronger, steady 21-centimeter signal.
“We lost it at4:02 yesterday,” Winston said. “It hasn’t reappeared. Apparently the signal source moved into, or behind, a globular cluster.”
Rick’s brows knit. “That’s more evidence that it was moving contrary to normal
direction?”
“It is,” Dr. Kerama agreed. “What’s more, the calculated velocity was simply incredible.
The only velocities we know of that approximate it are those of galaxies at the very limit of our instruments.”
Rick said what was on his mind. “It was a spaceship. What else would travel across normal star directions giving out signals?”
He grinned sheepishly. It wasn’t strictly proper to blurt outhis own theories.
“The possibility has occurred to us,” Kerama said slowly. “It is certainly the most appealing explanation, and it is natural that it should come to your mind, Rick. But it is not the only possible solution.”
Winston agreed. “There are others that are difficult to explain, unless you have a good background in astrophysics, Rick.”
Scotty said,I’m sure you have lots of theories, but honestly-what do you really think?”
The scientist glanced at his Egyptian colleagues. Farid urged, “Tell him what we talked about last night. It may not be subject to any real proof, but I think the boys have a right to know what we’ve concluded.
“All right,” Winston nodded. “To put it as briefly as possible, we agree that the most likely explanation is that we intercepted intelligent signals, sent out for some reason by some beings we can’t even imagine. For one thing, the space object is so small that we can’t even give it a dimension. Neither can the other telescopes.Mount Palomar can see nothing.”
“A spaceship,” Rick said soberly. The implications of it were tremendous!
“It’s as good a name as any. And now, boys, let’s start folding up our part of the operation. We have reservations on tomorrow’s flight. That will put us intoNew York just about suppertime.”
“We hate to leave,” Scotty told the Egyptian scientists. “Unfortunately, thanks to that Egyptian cat, we didn’t get to see much ofCairo ,”
“At least I saw a piece of theSaharaDesert ,” Rick said with a grin. “Anyway, let’s move. I have some shopping to do for my folks, and for Jan Miller, and especially Barby.”
“Going to take her a bouquet of Egyptian poison ivy?” Winston asked with a smile.
“Nope.I’m going to buy her some nice things, but I’m also going to take her the remains of the Egyptian cat.Just as a reminder.”
He turned to glance around the control room before leaving. The plaster on the ceiling would need repairing where the Sten gun had chipped it down to the concrete roof slab, but there was little real damage to show the effect of last night’s fight. Even the window broken by Youssef had been repaired.
How simple it all had been-onceIsmailbenAdhem had taken over. Rick knew why he and Scotty had failed to solve the mystery. There was too much information they did not have, such as the disposal of theKefren necklace and knowing that the Moustafas were the prime movers in a revolution.
Farid and Kerama had not been surprised. “There are some who do not like the controls on trade and exchange that our government had to impose,” Farid explained. “Mostly, they are people who had things pretty much their own way before the Republic was formed. They used to get special treatment from government officials who were in their pay, and they grew rich. Now, that�
�s impossible. So they plot revolution to bring the bad old days back again- bad old days for most Egyptians, that is. The Moustafas and Bartouki used to be pretty powerful. I suppose they wanted that power back.”
Dr. Kerama added, “This is probably not the last try at revolution the police will have to stop. But our country grows more stable all thetime, and the would-be revolutionaries grow older and perhaps wiser.”
“Time goes on,” Rick agreed. “Things change.” He thought of Kernel Moustafa the revolutionary, the only one of the three brothers they had met-and he thought of Hassan’s saying. He added, “The little jackal barks, but the caravan passes.”
Hakim Farid laughed outright. “We’ll make a good Egyptian of you yet, Rick.”
The time along theGreenwich meridian, from which all world times are measured, was9:30 p.m.
AtSpindriftIsland , it was4:30 in the late afternoon. Barby Brant sat with her close friend, Jan Miller, before the roaring fire in the library.
“I’ll bet Rick and Scottyare having a marvelous time,” Barby said. There was no envy in the statement. She always protested volubly at being left behind, but that was more a
matter of principle than anything else. Once the boys had gone, she always simmered down enough to be glad they could go, even if she could not.
Jan, a slim, attractive dark-haired girl, said, “I’ll bet they’re glad you suggested that Rick deliver the Egyptian cat, too. It was an introduction to a real merchant, right in the bazaar.”
Barby smiled. “They probably made a lot of new friends from just that one thing!”
It was5:30 in the afternoon on a tiny island off the coast ofVenezuela . Two elderly men looked up from their inspection of a hot spring. The smaller of the two shrugged. He spoke in Spanish.
“I will keep watch. If new signs develop, I know where to go for help. It is the Spindrift Scientific Foundation. If anyone can help us, that group can. If they can’t-well, we are doomed.”
InCairo , it was11:30 . Rick Brant hauled himself to the top of the great pyramid ofKhufu . Scotty and Hassan joined him.
The view was magnificent.Cairo sparkled like a million jewels, and in places they could see the silver ribbon of theNile . Rick turned and looked at the radio telescope at Sahara Wells, its great parabolic reflector gleaming in the brilliant moonlight.
He was content. As a last adventure, and with the permission of Winston, the three had decided to climb the pyramid by moonlight. Now the mysteries of the Egyptian cat and the strange signal from space were behind them. In eleven hours they would be air-borne, and tomorrow night they would sleep at home.
Hassan spoke.“I sorry to see you go. You come back, maybe?”
“Someday,” Scotty said.
Rick added, “When we show my sister that picture of you with the fancy clothes and that scimitar you borrowed, we’ll have to bring her to see you in person. She won’t believe her eyes.”
Hassan chuckled softly. “Tell her I will be her bodyguard, to protect her from Youssef, if he ever gets free from jail. I will even protect her from our so terrible Egyptian cats!”
The three sat down on the rough stone at the top of the pyramid. Once the great monument had risen to a sharply pointed capstone, but the blocks had been removed and
only a tall wooden pole showed how high the pyramid had once reached.
Rick looked up at the stars and traced the outlines of the familiar constellations, Orion, the Twins, Taurus, the Big Dog, and the Little Dog.
Out there, far beyond those constellations, a spaceship had once passed, sending unknown signals to an unknown destination, eventually to be intercepted here, within sight of the pyramids.
“I wonder what it was,” he mused aloud.
Scotty needed no explanation. “Does it matter, if it was some kind of intelligence?”
Rick shook his head. “Not really. It was nearly five thousand light years away, so it took five thousand years to reach us. So when the signals were first sent, this pyramid hadn’t even been built.Egypt hadn’t been united.”
Scotty added, “And in theUpperNileKingdom , people were worshipingBubaste . . .”
“. . . and Egyptian cats,” Rick finished.
The boy glanced up at the stars again and saw the tight cluster of the Pleiades. Across the world, the constellation was just coming into view of anyone standing on top of the mountain known as El Viejo, the Old One.
The slow stirring in the earth deep under El Viejo would take a few months to grow, but already events taking form would plunge Rick, Scotty, and the Spindrift scientists into the midst of mob violence, armed revolt, and one of the most daring scientific feats of all time, a story to be told in the adventure of THE FLAMING MOUNTAIN.
THE END
The Egyptian Cat Mystery
A RICK BRANT SCIENCE-ADVENTURE STORY, No. 16
BY JOHN BLAINE