Ron Goulart - The Curse of the Obelisk
Ron Goulart - The Curse of the Obelisk Ron Goulart - The Curse of the Obelisk
76 RON GOULART "Maybe we can," said Jennie. Harry stepped ahead of the other two. "You men down there," he called. "Hurry, run to the kitchen and start boiling plenty of hot water." "Gar?" The biggest of the three men was crouched at the foot of the stairs with his revolver in his fist. "I'm Herr Doctor Hauser," Harry explained, "and I have just come from Herr Zaytoon's chambers. I fear he's had a serious relapse and must be—" "Kill the infidels!" shouted another of the guards, the one with the knife. "Death to intruders! By the Eye of Osiris!" The three large men started up the stairs, howling, waving their assorted lethal weapons. "You convinced me you were a medic," said Jennie. "Duck behind me." He reached for his gun. "Halt, you craven dogs!" boomed another voice down below, "lest the wrath of Isis visit you." "Gar?" The guards halted, still fifty feet from Harry and Jennie. A plump Oriental gentleman had appeared out of a dining room off the hallway. He held his silken-sleeved arms high. "I must request that you cease this unseemly display of mean-minded behavior at once," he informed the perplexed guards. "For not only am I a guest at tonight's buffet supper, I am a most powerful Eastern wizard." "Kill him, too," suggested the guard with the knife. The Great Lorenzo sighed, his Oriental moustache drooping even further. "You gents give me no choice," he said. "Lando Zambini Marvelo!" From out of nowhere great sputtering clouds of thick green smoke began to billow. They came rolling up the stairs to engulf everyone. Blood-chilling shrieks were heard, strange ominous shapes danced in the dense green swirls. "Get down here fast, my boy!" Harry caught Jennie's arm and the professor's. "Let's go," he said. "Keep over to the far left." "This latest nonsense," muttered the professor, "is almost more than I can stand."
THE CURSE OF THE OBELISK 77 CHAPTER 19 The main square in Kaltzonburg was filled with morning mist. The Great Lorenzo slackened his pace and then stopped in front of a frail old woman who was vending violets. "A moment, Harry," he said. "Be so kind as to give me a bunch of your very best blossoms, dear lady." He pulled a gold coin from behind his ear, handing it to her. "Why, you must be the Great Lorenzo." She accepted the money and gave him the flowers. "Ah, little mother, you've seen and enjoyed my magical extravaganza?" "I fear I can't afford it, sir. But I saw your portrait, which hardly does you justice, in the newspaper only yesterday." He upended the bunch of violets, shook them. Two tickets fell into his palm. "Here are a couple of free passes." "God bless you, sir." Taking hold of Harry's arm, the magician resumed their walk. "I never get over the gratification that fame brings." "Did I notice greasepaint on that sweet old grandmother's face?" "She is not a shill, my boy." "Good, because I'm already impressed by your many abilities. No need to hire a—" "Here I brighten the poor old wretch's otherwise drab existence by giving her a choice pair of seats in the second balcony and you suggest that—" "There's Inspector Swann." The French policeman was seated at a bench and facing one of the tables set out for chess and checker players. "Good morning, monsieurs," he said. "Thanks to your communication of last evening, Harry, I was able to alert the Kaltzonburg police and we raided Zaytoon's castle." "What about Jean-Pierre Pastoral and the rest of your men who were on the train?" Harry seated himself on the opponent bench. "All alive and being kept prisoner in the castle." "We didn't have time, or the forces, to rescue them all last night." "One quite understands." Reaching into his breast pocket, he brought out several sheets of folded paper. "First I . . . Ah, very impressive, M. Lorenzo." "Hmm? Oh, the stogie." The magician, leaning against the back of Harry's bench, had picked a lighted cigar out of his handful of violets. "Care for a smoke?" "Not at the moment." Swann spread a page of pale grey paper out on the inlaid checkerboard. "This Bertie Pennoyer we found exactly where you told us he would be. He is being held on a number of charges, including kidnapping and train hijacking. Of Mile. Naida Strand there was no trace. Nor did we find the remains of Anwar Zaytoon." Harry said, "What was left of him was right beside the bed. In the same room with the damn coffin."
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THE CURSE OF THE OBELISK 77<br />
CHAPTER 19<br />
<strong>The</strong> main square in Kaltzonburg was filled with morning mist. <strong>The</strong> Great Lorenzo slackened<br />
his pace and <strong>the</strong>n stopped in front <strong>of</strong> a frail old woman who was vending violets. "A moment,<br />
Harry," he said. "Be so kind as to give me a bunch <strong>of</strong> your very best blossoms, dear lady." He<br />
pulled a gold coin from behind his ear, handing it to her.<br />
"Why, you must be <strong>the</strong> Great Lorenzo." She accepted <strong>the</strong> money and gave him <strong>the</strong> flowers.<br />
"Ah, little mo<strong>the</strong>r, you've seen and enjoyed my magical extravaganza?"<br />
"I fear I can't afford it, sir. But I saw your portrait, which hardly does you justice, in <strong>the</strong><br />
newspaper only yesterday."<br />
He upended <strong>the</strong> bunch <strong>of</strong> violets, shook <strong>the</strong>m. Two tickets fell into his palm. "Here are a couple<br />
<strong>of</strong> free passes."<br />
"God bless you, sir."<br />
Taking hold <strong>of</strong> Harry's arm, <strong>the</strong> magician resumed <strong>the</strong>ir walk. "I never get over <strong>the</strong> gratification<br />
that fame brings."<br />
"Did I notice greasepaint on that sweet old grandmo<strong>the</strong>r's face?"<br />
"She is not a shill, my boy."<br />
"Good, because I'm already impressed by your many abilities. No need to hire a—"<br />
"Here I brighten <strong>the</strong> poor old wretch's o<strong>the</strong>rwise drab existence by giving her a choice pair <strong>of</strong><br />
seats in <strong>the</strong> second balcony and you suggest that—"<br />
"<strong>The</strong>re's Inspector Swann."<br />
<strong>The</strong> French policeman was seated at a bench and facing one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> tables set out for chess and<br />
checker players. "Good morning, monsieurs," he said. "Thanks to your communication <strong>of</strong> last<br />
evening, Harry, I was able to alert <strong>the</strong> Kaltzonburg police and we raided Zaytoon's castle."<br />
"What about Jean-Pierre Pastoral and <strong>the</strong> rest <strong>of</strong> your men who were on <strong>the</strong> train?" Harry seated<br />
himself on <strong>the</strong> opponent bench.<br />
"All alive and being kept prisoner in <strong>the</strong> castle."<br />
"We didn't have time, or <strong>the</strong> forces, to rescue <strong>the</strong>m all last night."<br />
"One quite understands." Reaching into his breast pocket, he brought out several sheets <strong>of</strong><br />
folded paper. "First I . . . Ah, very impressive, M. Lorenzo."<br />
"Hmm? Oh, <strong>the</strong> stogie." <strong>The</strong> magician, leaning against <strong>the</strong> back <strong>of</strong> Harry's bench, had picked a<br />
lighted cigar out <strong>of</strong> his handful <strong>of</strong> violets. "Care for a smoke?"<br />
"Not at <strong>the</strong> moment." Swann spread a page <strong>of</strong> pale grey paper out on <strong>the</strong> inlaid checkerboard.<br />
"This Bertie Pennoyer we found exactly where you told us he would be. He is being held on a<br />
number <strong>of</strong> charges, including kidnapping and train hijacking. Of Mile. Naida Strand <strong>the</strong>re was no<br />
trace. Nor did we find <strong>the</strong> remains <strong>of</strong> Anwar Zaytoon."<br />
Harry said, "What was left <strong>of</strong> him was right beside <strong>the</strong> bed. In <strong>the</strong> same room with <strong>the</strong> damn<br />
c<strong>of</strong>fin."