Ron Goulart - The Curse of the Obelisk
Ron Goulart - The Curse of the Obelisk
Ron Goulart - The Curse of the Obelisk
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8 RON GOULART<br />
"Ah, but alas, monsieur, that is not possible," explained Allegre. "<strong>The</strong>y are no longer employed<br />
here. Albert, in point <strong>of</strong> fact, ran screaming from this place three midnights ago. Though Gaspar<br />
made a less flamboyant exit, he too is gone."<br />
"Is midnight when <strong>the</strong> ghostly happenings usually happen?"<br />
"Not every midnight, but far too many, yes," answered <strong>the</strong> museum director. "You also cannot,<br />
I fear, interrogate ei<strong>the</strong>r Gerard or Paul."<br />
"<strong>The</strong> new watchmen?"<br />
"Exactly, monsieur." He sighed his deepest sigh thus far. "Gerard and Paul lasted but a single<br />
night. Thus, you have indeed arrived at a most fortunate juncture in <strong>the</strong> affairs <strong>of</strong> our plagued<br />
institution."<br />
Harry eyed him for a few seconds. "You want me to act as watchman tonight?"<br />
"Are you not ideally suited for such a task? A stalwart and manly fellow, well versed in <strong>the</strong><br />
handling <strong>of</strong> such unusual situations," said Allegre. "You know how to deport yourself when faced<br />
with dangers <strong>of</strong> an unusual sort, and you are not superstitious like Gaspar, Albert, Gerard and<br />
Paul."<br />
"Have you ever spent a night here?"<br />
<strong>The</strong> director shuddered. "I am, you understand, not a brave man," he confided. "Were I to run<br />
screaming from <strong>the</strong> premises in <strong>the</strong> dead <strong>of</strong> night it might lead to fur<strong>the</strong>r scandal, providing fodder<br />
for yet ano<strong>the</strong>r unflattering caricature in Le Figaro and o<strong>the</strong>r vicious publications. Besides, M.<br />
Challenge, since we are paying you such an enormous fee, it is only fair that—"<br />
"Substantial," corrected Harry, "not enormous. Okay, I'll stay here tonight. That'll give me a<br />
chance to go over <strong>the</strong> Egyptian wing and <strong>the</strong> rest <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> museum."<br />
"I appreciate that," said Allegre, allowing himself a small, sad smile. "Will your quite charming<br />
young assistant who waits in <strong>the</strong> foyer be sharing your nocturnal duties, monsieur?"<br />
Harry grinned. "Yes, I seldom go anywhere without her."<br />
● ● ●<br />
<strong>The</strong> ceiling <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> vast room was lost in shadows. <strong>The</strong> air was chill, scented faintly with<br />
sandalwood and ancient dust.<br />
"This particular chest is one <strong>of</strong> my favorites," Allegre was saying. "<strong>The</strong> framework is <strong>of</strong> ebony,<br />
<strong>the</strong> inner panels <strong>of</strong> beautifully carved redwood. Here we see <strong>the</strong> bronze and ivory blended to<br />
produce . . ."<br />
Jennie whispered to Harry, "You're a rat."<br />
He assumed a beatific expression and ignored her.<br />
"Passing me <strong>of</strong>f as an operative in your dim-witted detective agency after promising me a<br />
chance to interview this guy." She delivered a disappointed nudge to his ribs.<br />
"He loa<strong>the</strong>s <strong>the</strong> press. Now hush."