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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4 RON GOULART<br />
"Nope, but I twisted my ankle while I was running and shooting at it. That's why I fell and<br />
dropped my gun."<br />
"You can't faze a gigantic bird with a dinky gun like that anyway."<br />
"Wasn't a gigantic bird," she assured Harry. "It was a gigantic bat."<br />
● ● ●<br />
Jennie poked at her raspberry ice with her spoon. "It is, you have to admit, <strong>the</strong> sort <strong>of</strong> story I do<br />
well." She'd taken <strong>of</strong>f <strong>the</strong> cap and <strong>the</strong> faint night breeze brushed at her hair.<br />
Across <strong>the</strong> small outdoor table from her Harry lit his cigar. "A curse?" He blew smoke at <strong>the</strong><br />
marble tabletop.<br />
"Three weeks ago <strong>the</strong> noted French archaeologist Reynard Courdaud met a strange end at his<br />
villa near Nice," said <strong>the</strong> reporter. "<strong>The</strong>n five days ago Sir Munson Bellhouse died in a fall while<br />
hunting in Scotland."<br />
"A death in Nice, ano<strong>the</strong>r in Scotland. Why does that prompt <strong>the</strong> Daily Inquirer to send you<br />
here to Paris?"<br />
After savoring a spoonful <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> ice, she answered, "You haven't done, Harry, sufficient<br />
research into this affair."<br />
<strong>The</strong> light spilling out through <strong>the</strong> stained glass window <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> sidewalk café gave a pale golden<br />
glow to her face. Harry looked away for a moment, toward a plump German tourist who was<br />
sipping a solitary absin<strong>the</strong>. "Was Bellhouse an archaeologist, too?"<br />
Jennie nodded. "He was one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> five men who headed <strong>the</strong> expedition to <strong>the</strong> Valley <strong>of</strong> Jackals<br />
in 1895," she said. "<strong>The</strong>y found considerable treasures, including <strong>the</strong> dornick that's been dubbed<br />
<strong>the</strong> Osiris <strong>Obelisk</strong>."<br />
"Is it anything like <strong>the</strong> one in Central Park or <strong>the</strong> one right here in town at <strong>the</strong> Place de la<br />
Concorde?"<br />
"This is a miniature version, only about six feet high. Thing is, one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> inscriptions started<br />
<strong>the</strong> rumor that—"<br />
"Wait now. Is <strong>the</strong>re a curse on <strong>the</strong> thing?"<br />
"<strong>The</strong>re was a lot <strong>of</strong> talk to that effect, back when <strong>the</strong> Courdaud expedition first broke into <strong>the</strong><br />
tomb it was standing in front <strong>of</strong>. My editors believe <strong>the</strong>re's a—"<br />
"Awful slow for a curse. Don't <strong>the</strong>y work faster than that?" He rested his elbows on <strong>the</strong><br />
tabletop, watching her faintly freckled face. "Waiting two years before striking isn't my idea <strong>of</strong>—"<br />
"Let me give you a few details about Reynard Courdaud's death." She set her spoon aside. "His<br />
valet swears that Courdaud was attacked on his terrace at dusk by a giant bat. That's one reason I<br />
hollered and started shooting when I saw that thing tonight lurking over your—"<br />
"A giant bat?" Harry sat up.<br />
"Your elbow." Jennie pointed. "You've got something sticky on it."