the taxi driver to take us to the Valley of the Kings so I could see Tutankhamen’s tomb,” she said. “It was a foolhardy thing to do. The Pandemic had already reached Luxor, and we just missed being caught in the quarantine. We were shot at twice.” She shook her head. “We might have been killed. My sister refused to get out of the car, but I went down the stairs and up to the door of the tomb, and I thought, This is what it was like when Carter found it.”
She looked at Dunworthy and through him, remembering it. “When they found the door to the tomb, it was locked, and they were supposed to wait for the proper authorities to open it. Carter drilled a hole in the door, and held a candle up and looked through.” Her voice was hushed. “Carnarvon said, ‘Can you see anything?’ and Carter said, ‘Yes. Wonderful things.’ ”
She closed her eyes. “I’ve never forgotten that, standing there at that closed door. I can see it clearly even now.” She opened her eyes. “Perhaps that’s where I’ll go when this is over. To the opening of King Tut’s tomb.”
She leaned out the gate. “Oh, dear, it’s started raining again. I must get back. I’ll send the stretcher cases as soon as there’s an ambulance.” She looked sharply at him. “Why aren’t you wearing your mask?”
“It causes my spectacles to steam up. Why aren’t you wearing yours?”
“We’re running out of them. You’ve had your T-cell enhancement, haven’t you?”
He shook his head. “I haven’t had any time.”
“Make time,” she said. “And wear your mask. You’ll be of no help to Kivrin if you fall ill.”
I’m of no help to Kivrin now, he thought, walking back across to his rooms. I can’t get into the laboratory, I can’t get a tech to come to Oxford, I can’t find Basingame. He tried to think who else he should contact. He’d checked every booking agent and fishing guide and boat rental in Scotland. There was no trace of the man. Perhaps Montoya was right, and he wasn’t in Scotland at all, but off in the tropics somewhere with a woman.
Montoya. He’d forgotten completely about her. He hadn’t seen her since the Christmas Eve service. She’d been looking for Basingame then so he could sign the authorization for her to go out to the dig, and then she had rung up on Christmas Day to ask whether Basingame was trout or salmon. And rung back with the message, “Never mind.” Which might mean she had found out not only whether he was salmon or trout but the man himself.
He climbed the staircase to his rooms. If Montoya had located Basingame and got her authorization, she would have gone straight out to the dig. She would not have waited to tell anyone. He was not even certain she knew he was looking for Basingame, too.
Basingame would surely have come back as soon as Montoya told him about the quarantine unless he had been stopped by bad weather or impassable roads. Or Montoya might not have told him about the quarantine. Obsessed as she was with the dig, she might merely have told him she needed his signature.
Ms. Taylor, her four healthy bell ringers, and Finch were in his rooms, standing in a circle and bending their knees. Finch was holding a paper in one hand and counting under his breath. “I was just going over to the ward to assign nurses,” he said sheepishly. “Here’s William’s report.” He handed it to Dunworthy and scurried out.
Ms. Taylor and her foursome gathered up their handbell cases. “A Ms. Wilson called,” Ms. Taylor said. “She said to tell you a battering ram won’t work, and you’ll have to go in through Brasenose’s console.”
“Thank you,” Dunworthy said.
She went out, her four bell ringers in a line behind her.
He rang the dig. No answer. He rang Montoya’s flat, her office at Brasenose, the dig again. There was no answer at any of them. He phoned her flat again and let it ring while he looked at William’s report. Badri had spent all day Saturday and Sunday morning working at the dig. William must have been in contact with Montoya to find that out.
He wondered suddenly about the dig itself. It was out in the country from Witney, on a National Trust farm. Perhaps it had ducks, or chickens, or pigs, or all three. And Badri had spent an entire day and a half working there,