Barracks: The Steward knocked on Vera's door a short time later. Opening it she handed him a letter. It was in a thick stock envelope but unsealed. Vera knew the drill. The Steward opened it and gave it a once over before sliding it back into the envelope.
"Could you deliver that to Lady Kingston in Garden City post haste please?" she asked before holding out some of her personal money. The man nodded and stuck the envelope in his pocket before turning down the tip and letting her know that breakfast for her and the rest of the guests was being served in officers area this morning.
"Yes, of course. Thank you," she added before hurrying back into her room and freshening up for the morning. She didn't have a change of clothing but what she had on would do. She could always change later once she had breakfast and left for the museum. She had a lot of work to do and in the back of her mind she hoped enough to keep her busy and post-pone her talk with Peter just a little longer.
Aziza too knew the morning drill and as the knock came to her door, and to the rest of the guests, it didn't surprise her. Being informed breakfast was being served for them in the officers area. She had taken the time to freshen up as best she could and grabbed her bag before exiting her room. Her
guard was waiting there and gave her a curt nod before escorting her down the stairs and to the officers part of the barracks. Leading her into the set up meal area on the back veranda that was overlooking the Nile. Food was laid out and several officers were already there filling their plates with the various local and British dishes. Sadly she didn't see anyone she knew so she opted to get a cup of what one man told her was Builders Tea. "Here you go love, have a biscuit with it. Best way to start a day if you aren't wantin' any bangers and mash," he said before wandering off to his table with several of his fellow officers.
"Was half of that even English?" she asked herself as she looked at the cup of tea before her.
Peter entered the room and gave his uncle a warm hug. It felt good to be around him again, even with the dream he had had.
"I think the heat here is already getting to me Uncle, I might ask for something to help me sleep more soundly tonight," he chuckled as he released his uncle from the embrace. The Steward coming up quickly behind him and letting them both know breakfast was being served before he headed out to make sure the letter from Lady Munn was delivered as requested. Peter nodded before took a seat in his uncle's room none the less. He waited for the door to close before he said anything else.
"Please don't repeat this but I think the area and stories are mixing with my own past and giving me a case a shell shock dear uncle. The night was not pleasant." Garden City: Neema had fixed a nice breakfast and tea for Nora before heading up towards the woman's room. Her son stopping her and asking her to deliver a letter that had been sent for Lady Kingston just a few moment prior. Taking the letter she rested it on the silver tray and made her way up the stairs, that was of course after telling her son what a handsome young man he was. He wasn't but hey mothers eyes are blind, or at least her tongue knows what to say when asking him to go out and collect some things for her he normally wouldn't do. The compliment was enough to get him moving. He was off shift now anyways and the door was being handled by his relief.
Upstairs Neema knocked on the door and waited with tray in hand, she hoped it wasn't too early for Lady Kingston. It wasn't early per-say but the poor girl had had troubles the day before and was up late. It wouldn't have surprised her if she was still resting but she knocked again and waited. The letter on the tray said the following -
Dear Lady Kingston, I will be at the museum late today. Later than normal, could you meet me in my office at noon? I will have a light lunch delivered for us and we can continue our work. I hope to see you there, you are a welcome mind to speak with. I need logic right now, not hocus pocus. Sincerely, Lady Munn. Egyptian Museum: The museum was quiet, the place not opening for another hour to the public. Yet even though it was quiet the staff was beginning to show up and do their morning routines. Daily morning cleaning was already underway, floors were cleaned, artifacts and cases dusted. The curator glad for the peace though he wondered why all the mess in Lady Munn's office, it was not like her. He had tried contacting her at her hotel this morning but apparently she had not stayed there the night before. A little worried he had put out word to find her, with everything that happened the night before in the city he hoped she was not caught up in it - or the cause of it because of her clumsiness.
Train Station: The train had arrived just a short time ago and people were started to depart from it. The station was crowded with people running this way and that. People off loading, people on loading. Taxi's were parked out front and there were many vendors there selling food, trinkets, maps, offering their services as translators and guides. It was a tourist trap and one had to be careful not to lose their wallet with all the street urchins running around and
bumping into people. It was your usual morning in Cairo, minus the headlines - Murder at The Grand Continental: Escape Convict Captured: Two Suspects Still Loose - Apparently the local news paper had gotten wind of a story and they were running with it.
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