Whispers in the Sand. Barbara Erskine

that diary, Anna. Apart from being worth a lot of money it’s a piece of real history.’

      ‘Which is why I have left it locked up.’ She spoke perhaps more firmly than she had intended, but his tone was beginning to irritate her. There were shades of Felix in his manner. And it was patronising.

      He laughed, which infuriated her even more. Putting his arms across his face he pretended to duck sideways. ‘OK, OK, I’m sorry. I surrender. I should have realised you are perfectly able to take care of it and of yourself. You are after all, Louisa’s great-great-granddaughter!’

      A fact she reminded herself about later when she met Serena in the bar and they settled into one of the comfortable sofas in the corner of the room. Outside it was dark. They had moored alongside a stretch of river bank which was, so they understood, within walking distance of the great temple of Kom Ombo. Around them the others were assembling a few at a time. She could see Andy perched on a stool at the bar. Charley stood near him and they were engaged in a noisy conversation with Joe and the barman.

      ‘So, tell me about these strange feelings of yours.’ Serena leant back against the cushions, her glass in her hand. She scanned Anna’s face intently for a moment then she glanced back at the bar where a particularly loud shout of laughter erupted from the group standing around Andy.

      ‘It sounds a bit silly talking about it in cold blood.’ Anna shrugged. ‘But someone mentioned you were interested in sort of psychic stuff.’

      Serena smiled. ‘Sort of? I suppose so. I gather this is to do with the man we saw at Edfu this morning?’

      ‘Not him especially. He was real. But for some reason he made me feel nervous. He was watching us, and I keep getting this feeling that I’m being watched by someone. It’s nothing specific …’ She broke off, not knowing quite how to go on.

      ‘Start at the beginning, Anna. I find things are much more clear that way.’ Serena was giving her her full attention now. ‘There is clearly something worrying you and that’s a shame on what should be a lovely carefree holiday.’

      ‘You don’t read Arabic, I suppose?’

      Serena shook her head and laughed. ‘I’m afraid not.’

      ‘I have a diary in my cabin.’

      ‘Belonging to Louisa Shelley, I know.’ She saw Anna’s face and laughed again. ‘My dear, it’s a small boat and there aren’t very many of us. You don’t surely expect it to stay a secret?’

      ‘I suppose not.’ Anna was taken aback. She was thinking suddenly of Andy’s warning. ‘Well, in this diary there is a description of how Louisa was given a little glass bottle by her dragoman as a gift. I have inherited the bottle. With it was a piece of paper, which I also have, written in Arabic, saying that the bottle, which it claims is pharaonic in date, has a sort of curse on it. The original owner, a high priest in Ancient Egypt, is following it and so is an evil spirit because a secret potion is sealed into the glass. I know it sounds ridiculous, like something out of a film, but it’s worrying me …’ Her voice trailed away in embarrassment.

      ‘You have this bottle with you, on the boat?’ Serena asked quietly. In the general hubbub Anna could hardly hear her.

      She nodded, relieved that Serena had not laughed. ‘I brought it with me. I wish I hadn’t now. I don’t really know why except it seemed right to bring it back to Egypt. I’ve had it for years. I always assumed it was a fake. An antique dealer friend of my husband’s said it was a fake. Andy thinks it is a fake.’

      ‘Andy Watson?’ Serena’s voice was sharp. ‘What does he know about it? Have you shown it to him?’

      ‘He saw it yesterday. He says masses of fakes were sold in Victorian times to gullible tourists.’

      ‘He’s right of course. But you don’t strike me as being gullible, and I am sure Louisa wasn’t either, nor her dragoman, if he had any integrity at all.’ Serena paused for a moment. ‘And you are afraid of this curse?’

      It wasn’t an accusation, merely a statement of fact.

      Anna didn’t reply for a moment, then slowly she shrugged. ‘I’ve only known about it since last night.’ She bit her lip with an embarrassed little laugh. ‘But I suppose if I’m honest it is beginning to get to me. Even before I knew the story I had the strangest feeling there was someone watching me. I’ve been jumpy since I arrived in Egypt. Then once or twice I had the feeling that someone has been touching my things when the cabin door was locked and no one could have been there. I’ve tried to persuade myself I was dreaming or hallucinating or imagining it. I was tired after the visit yesterday and everything, but …’ Once again she tailed off into silence.

      ‘Let’s take things one at a time. Tell me what the note says as far as you understand it. I take it you have a translation?’ Serena’s voice remained quiet, but firm. It had an attractive deep quality which Anna found profoundly reassuring.

      Serena thought for a while in silence after Anna had repeated it to her, staring down into the glass she had put down on the low table in front of them, while Anna anxiously watched her face.

      ‘If Louisa felt there was a spirit guarding the bottle then we must assume the bottle to be genuine, obviously,’ she said at last. ‘And if it’s the same bottle that you have brought with you then the chances are that it does have some kind of resonance about it.’

      ‘Resonance?’ Anna looked at her anxiously.

      Serena laughed again. Anna was beginning to enjoy the deep throaty gurgle. That too was reassuring. ‘Well, my dear, as I said, let’s take this one step at a time. Presumably you know you are of sound mind. When you had this strange feeling, you weren’t asleep; at least you can be sure you weren’t asleep the first time, as you had just stepped out of the shower! You were sober. You knew where you had left your bag. You have probably had your eyes tested at some time in the not too distant past, so, why do you not believe them?’

      ‘That’s easy. Because if the bag was moved and the bottle unwrapped, someone must have done it. I don’t believe in ghosts. I’m not psychic. After all, nothing has ever happened to it, or me, before. Oh no,’ Anna shook her head, ‘I can’t cope with that idea, I really can’t.’

      Serena watched her thoughtfully. ‘Will you show me the bottle?’

      ‘Of course. Come to my cabin after supper.’ Anna bit her lip. ‘To tell you the truth, I’m a bit nervous about going back in there now. I don’t know what I’m going to find!’

      ‘If it worries you so much, why not ask them to put the bottle in the boat’s safe with our passports and valuables?’ Serena glanced up as outside the restaurant in the depths of the boat the gong began to ring.

      They stood up and began to move towards the staircase which led down to the lower deck.

      Anna shrugged. ‘That’s a good idea. I might just do it.’ She shook her head. ‘I can’t believe all this! It must be my imagination. After all, nothing ever happened before I read about it. If it’s true, why has nothing ever shown itself in London?’

      Serena turned towards her. ‘Isn’t it obvious? You’ve brought it back to Egypt, my dear. It has come home.’

      Unlocking the door later Anna reached in and turned on the light. The small room was empty. Beckoning Serena inside she closed the door behind them. They had lingered over supper with the others, but by an unspoken agreement had turned away from the lounge where the coffee was being served before Omar gave another talk to the assembled company. Tonight’s topic was Egyptian history since the days of the pharaohs.

      It seemed crowded in the tiny cabin with two people in there. Serena sat down on the bed whilst Anna swung her suitcase down from the wardrobe. Setting it on the floor she squatted down, unlocked it and threw back the lid. ‘It’s here.’ She reached into the pocket and pulled out the small silk-wrapped bundle. Without removing the scarf she handed it to Serena.

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