Episode 4 Trapped Harts Part 1

Based Upon The ABC Television Series Created By Sidney Sheldon

Hart House Afternoon

Max has been walking Freeway around the grounds of the Hart estate one hot day. They are approaching the front of the house. Freeway is panting, thirsty and hot from the walk out in the heat. 

"Don't worry, pup. Your Uncle Max is goin' to get you a drink of water," Max tells him, turning around to look the dog in the face. Freeway wags his tail and appears to be smiling at him.  They walk toward the front door. They stop as they reach the door. Max puts his hands in the pockets of his pants, feeling for the key to the door. He struggles to find it. Getting impatient, Freeway barks, dying to get some water.

"Ok, ok, Freeway. Give me a break. I got to find the key to the front door," Max tells him. Freeway barks once again. "I am tryin' my best. Be patient. I'm sure the key is here somewhere," Max says as he continues feeling the pockets. Once again Freeway barks at him,only his bark is loud this time. "Freeway, I'm sorry, but I can't find the key," he says getting panicky, realizing the key is not in his pants. "Oh, dumb me! I must have left the key in the house. I couldn't have locked the door without it," he says, calming down. Freeway walks over to the door, bends down, and pick the door key up which was laying on the ground. He sits down and barks again. Max looks down. He is stunned when he sees Freeway with the key in his mouth.

"You mean to tell me I dropped the key?!" Max asks.

Freeway barks. Max shakes his head in disbelief at his absentmindedness.  The dog drops the key at Max's feet. Max bends down and picks up the key. "I tell you this heat must be gettin' to me. Let's keep this between us, ok, pup? I wouldn't want Mr. and Mrs. H to know I almost lost the key."

Freeway barks. "Thanks, pal," Max tells him, smiling as he unlocks the front door. "After Anthony Sorrentino tried to kill Mrs. H, Mr. H asked me to lock the house when we ain't home. I wouldn't want to feel I let 'em down." He takes the key out and opens the front door. They walk into the foyer. Max shuts the front door.  

"All right, Freeway. Now I'll get you some water," Max tells him. Suddenly a telephone in the living room rings. "Hold on a second. I have to answer the phone." He walks over to the telephone on the bar and picks up the receiver.

"Hart Residence," Max replies. "Long distance? Sure, I'll accept the call. Hart Residence."

"Hello, is Jennifer Hart there?" a female with a foreign accent asks on the other end of the line.

"Nope, I'm sorry. Mrs. H ain't in. Can I take a message?"

"Yes, thank you. Please tell her that Shani Hanania called, and it is important that she call me back soon as it is convenient."

"Sure, I'll give her the message just as soon as she gets in. Could you please give me your name again?" Max asks as he reaches over for a pencil and paper to take down the caller's name and message.

"Shani Hanania," the woman replies with a chuckle. "Do you need me to spell that for you?"

"Yes, I ain't familiar with foreign names so I would appreciate it."

"I understand. Foreign names are very difficult to pronounce and spell. Shani is spelled S, H, A, N, I, and Hanania is H,A, N,A,N,I,A," she replies, slowly and clearly so Max can understand what she is saying.

"I got it," Max replies as he writes down her name and message. "What is the number she can reach you at?" he asks as he listens to the other end of the line as he writes down the telephone number. "Got it," he says as he places the pencil down.

"Thank you. I'm looking forward to hearing from Jennifer again. We both went to college together."

"I promise I'll give Mrs. H your message just as soon as she gets in. I know she will enjoy talkin' to you. She always enjoys catchin' up with old friends and acquaintances. Goodbye, Mrs. Hanania."

"Goodbye, and please call me Shani."

"Ok, Shani," Max replies, smitten with the woman’s voice. He hangs up the receiver. "Shani Hanania. What a beautiful name," he says out loud with a smile.

Freeway barks as he wags his tail. He is standing in front of Max with a look of pleading in his eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Freeway. Come on. I'll get you your water now," Max replies as he heads toward the kitchen with Freeway following closely behind.

Front Gate

Jennifer is driving the Mercedes toward the main house. She approaches the gate. After a moment, the gate opens, and she drives over the bridge.  After crossing over the bridge, she comes to the driveway. She passes the gardens, garage, and guesthouse on her way up to the main house. After reaching the house, she puts the car into park. She turns off the engine, opens the door, and gets out, shutting the door after her. She walks over to the passenger side of the vehicle and opens the door. She picks up her cassette recorder and purse which she slings over her shoulder. She shuts the door with her back and heads toward the front door. 

Meanwhile Max is in the kitchen standing near Freeway as he watches the dog drink water in his bowl. Freeway is taking a big drink.

"Heavens, Freeway, you're drinkin' like you haven't had any water in days," Max says in disbelief.

Just then Jennifer enters the room. "Hello, Max," she says, approaching them.

"Oh, hello, Mrs. H," Max greets her as he turns around to face her. "How did the interview go?"

"It went well. Thanks. Why is Freeway drinking so much water?"

"I just took him out for a walk. He's been drinkin' for five minutes now."

"Well, sweetie, did you get hot out there in this awful heat?" Jennifer asks as she looks down at the dog.

"I'll say. He was pantin' before we even got in the door."

"Poor baby. It has certainly been a hot week."

"Yeah, I made some lemonade for you and Mr. H," Max says. 

"Oh, you read my mind," Jennifer replies with a smile as she walks over to the refrigerator. 

"Oh, Mrs. H, you got some call from a dame who said she went to college with you. It was a long distance call. The operator said the call was from Egypt."

"Egypt?" Jennifer replies with surprise and delight as she opens the refrigerator and takes out the freshly made lemonade. "That certainly is interesting as I was just thinking about Egypt on the way home. Who was it that called?"

"Let me see if I can pronounce the name right," Max replies. "Shani Hanania," he says, slowly and distinctly. 

"I don't believe it," Jennifer replies with a wide smile and enthusiasm as she pours lemonade into a glass. "I didn't think I would ever hear from her again. Did she say what she wanted?"

"Nope. She just wants you to call her back soon as possible. I wrote down the number in the livin' room on the bar."

"I'll give her a call just as soon as I finish my glass," Jennifer replies a she begins sipping the lemonade.

"When is Mr. H comin' home?" Max asks as Freeway finishes drinking the entire bowl.

"Jonathan will be coming home early tonight at five o' clock. We're going out to dinner tonight, Max, so don't worry about cooking for us. If you have anything you would like to do this evening, you can have the night off."

"Thanks, but I'll just stay in tonight. I just want to watch the fights on television," Max replies as he picks up the bowl. He turns on the faucet and fills up the bowl with water.

"Did Jonathan mention to you why we're going out tonight?" Jennifer asks as she walks over to the table and takes a seat.

"No. Mr. H hasn't said a word to me. Why do you ask?" Max asks as he places the bowl back on the floor.

"I am just wondering if he has a surprise in mind. When he called me this morning before I left, he told me to get all dressed up for a night out for dinner."

"Maybe he just wants quality time with you. You two haven't had a lot of time together in the past couple of weeks with you both being busy," Max says as he pours himself a glass of lemonade.

"No, I'm certain Jonathan has something up his sleeve," Jennifer says as she puts down her glass and ponders to herself what the surprise could be.

"You'll just have to find out yourself this evenin', Mrs. H," Max says, taking a seat across from her as he brings the pitcher of lemonade over to the table. He places the pitcher down as Freeway runs up to him and barks.

"No, you ain't gettin' any lemonade, Freeway," Max replies, sternly looking at the dog. 

Jennifer smiles and continues drinking her glass of lemonade. 

Hart Industries

Jonathan sits in the chair facing the desk in his office looking over some high priced jewelry from an older gentleman who is a jewelry salesman. He has brought some items for Jonathan to look at. Jonathan is looking over every kind of jewelry you can imagine from bracelets to ear rings, to rings, and necklaces.

"These are all very nice, and I know Jennifer would love any one of these pieces of jewelry you have brought over. But they're not anything at all I have in mind. You see it is in honor of a special occasion."

"Your anniversary, Jonathan?" the man asks with a smile.

"Not exactly, but we are remembering something that happened six years ago on this very date."

"It must have been something special for you to go to the expense of buying Jennifer special jewelry."

"I wouldn't call it special considering how it started out for us."

Jonathan thinks back to a night six years ago when Jennifer had been away, the night it all happened.

Jonathan's mind returns to the present. Sadness comes across his face upon remembering hearing about Sam's death over the telephone from his wife.

"Jonathan, are you all right?" the gentleman asks with concern.

"Yes, I'm fine," he replies as he looks up at the man. "I was just remembering some news I got six years ago tonight. Now, Mr. Stratham, what I really had in mind for Jennifer was a red ruby necklace."

"I think I know just the one you have in mind," the gentlemen says as he turns around a black, sparkling jewelry case that is closed for Jonathan to see. He opens it. "Is this what you want for Mrs. Hart?" he asks.

"Yes, that is exactly what I had in mind," Jonathan replies with a grin upon seeing the necklace. 

Hart House

Jennifer stands in front of the bar in the living room with the telephone receiver up to her ear as she waits for her call to be answered. A newly poured glass of lemonade is on the bar nearby. Soon her call is answered. Jennifer begins speaking in Arabic. After a few moments, Shani's voice comes over the other end of the line.

"Oh, Jennifer, it is so good to hear your voice again after all these years!" Shani replies with excitement.

"I can't tell you how surprised I was to learn of your call. I thought I would never hear from you after you moved back to Egypt."

"I know it has been too long. I need to keep in touch. I regret to say this isn't a social call. I called you for an assignment I'm sure you'll want to take since you always took an interest in archaeology." 

"It must be some assignment that you called me late from Cairo."

"It definitely is. When I moved back, I started working for the museum here. I just got word today that our museum is opening a new display of recently discovered ancient Egyptian artifacts in a couple of weeks. There is going to be a grand opening, and the curator of the museum wants press from all over the world to be covering the event. With all of the recent attacks happening, we are hopeful the artifacts will increase tourism."

"Hopefully for the museum's sake the public interest in these rare artifacts will generate more tourism. Have you talked to your boss about me covering the opening? I am just a freelance journalist you know."

"Yes, I talked to him before I called you. When I told him you and I went to the same university together, he was eager for me to ask you especially after I told him about your love of archaeology."

"Shani, I'm definitely flattered that you thought of me for this assignment. For whatever reason I was just thinking about Egypt as I was driving home from an interview."

"Is that your polite way of telling me you'll think it over or you'll need to ask your husband for his approval?"

"Not on your life. Jonathan is very supportive of my work and has never said no to me. I know he will be excited about my latest assignment and happy for me. There is just one thing. I know he will want to come with me. We've been busy lately with work so I know he would enjoy making the trip a holiday for us to spend time together."

"By all means bring him, Jennifer! I am anxious to meet him. He sounds like the perfect match for you."

"He definitely is. You'll enjoy meeting him."

"Well, I hate to end this call, but I must get some sleep now. Call me tomorrow, and I'll fill you in on everything."

"I'm looking forward to it. Goodnight, Shani. Thank you so much for calling me and recommending me."

"No, the pleasure is all mine. It'll give us a chance to talk about old times, and catch up on each other's lives. Goodnight."

Jennifer hangs up the receiver. A smile comes across her face. She picks up the glass of lemonade which she continues to sip. Max walks into the room with Freeway.

"Did you manage to get Shani on the phone, Mrs. H?" he asks.

"Yes. Max, guess who is going to Egypt in a couple of weeks," she replies with excitement.

"You and Mr. H goin' on a holiday?"

"In a way. I'm going to Cairo for a story. Shani works for the museum there.  Ancient relics have been discovered, and there is going to be a grand opening with reporters from all over the world. Shani and the curator of the museum want me to come down to cover the opening since they know about my interest in archeology."

"Sounds excitin'. I'm happy you'll be writin' a story that is involvin' one of your interests. Just you and Mr. H be careful down there."

"We will. Remember we went to Greece this year, and we came back alive."

"Yeah, thank goodness! Just promise me one thing, Mrs. H."

"Sure, what is it?"

"You and Mr. H be wary of what you're gettin' yourselves into."

"Max, we're going to Egypt for my assignment and a holiday. What is there to be wary of?" she asks as she stops drinking lemonade for a moment. 

"Murder for one thing."

"Let's not jinx our holiday," Jennifer replies with a bit of uneasiness in her voice.

"Sorry. When are you tellin' Mr. H?"

"I'm going to tell Jonathan tonight when we're at La Scala."

La Scala That Night

Jonathan and Jennifer are seated in a booth in the famous and popular Italian restaurant in Beverly Hills. A waiter is pouring wine into their glasses. 

"Will there be anything else, sir?" he asks Jonathan when he is finished.

"No, we're good. Thank you," Jonathan replies as he picks up his glass. 

The waiter nods and walks away leaving the Harts alone.

"Jonathan, you have been keeping me in suspense long enough. Why are we here tonight?" Jennifer asks as she picks up her glass.

"Darling, I don't have any idea what you're talking about," Jonathan replies, innocently. 

"Oh, yes you do, darling," Jennifer says with a sly grin. "You’ve got something in mind, and I'm not going to let it go until you tell me."

"You women are so suspicious," Jonathan remarks with a grin. Jennifer smiles as he reaches into the pocket of his suit and takes out a jewelry case. "Open this," he tells her as he hands her the case. Jennifer takes the case and looks at it, curious to know what it contains and what this is all about. She slowly opens the case. To her surprise the jewelry box contains a very expensive, sparkling red ruby necklace. A wide smile comes across her face as she realizes what is happening. She pauses for a moment and thinks back in time.

Jennifer's mind returns to the present. She takes the necklace out and holds it in her hand, admiring the beautiful piece of jewelry. 

"Oh, Jonathan, it's a ruby necklace to replace the ruby I lost in your card game."

"Yes, and do you know why I finally bought you a ruby necklace after all these years?"

"You want to make up for the one I lost?" Jennifer asks.

"It's more of a way of thanking my wife for helping and supporting me in all of the adventures and cases we manage to find ourselves in over the years. Six years ago tonight I got the telephone call that Sam Roberts was killed in that car crash after leaving The Golden Goose."

"That is right," Jennifer says shocked that she forgot tonight marked the anniversary of Jonathan's late friend's passing and their first case they solved together after their marriage. "That was the first time we were involved in a case since we met." 

"That is why I wanted us to go out tonight as a way of showing my appreciation in helping me seek justice for Sam's death," Jonathan replies. "I couldn't have proven Sam was murdered without you."

"And I wouldn't have lived to see another day without you. Going undercover at that health farm almost got me killed. I thought after Sylvia Maxwell was murdered, I was never going to forgive you for getting me involved."

"But you did forgive me," Jonathan replies with a smile. "Was getting you involved worth it?" he asks.

"Jonathan, anytime you and I are together, it is worth the risk we take," Jennifer replies with a smile as she places the necklace back into the case.

"I somehow knew you were going to say that, darling," Jonathan replies, seductively.

"Oh, did you now?" Jennifer asks with a sly grin, teasing him. "Come here," Jennifer says, seductively.

"Meet you halfway?" Jonathan asks.

"Uh huh," Jennifer replies, nodding her head. Jonathan smiles and reaches across the table to kiss her. They lock into a kiss just as the waiter returns. He clears his throat to make his presence known. Jonathan and Jennifer look up at him, a little embarrassed being caught kissing in public. They smile as they break away from the kiss.

"It's a special occasion," Jennifer explains.

"It looked like it. Would you and Mrs. Hart be interested in dessert?" the waiter asks.

"Darling?" Jonathan asks, turning to his wife.

"Uh, no thank you. We'll have dessert at home," Jennifer replies with a sly grin as she looks at her husband.

"Very well. Enjoy the rest of your evening," the waiter replies with a smile. He walks away. After a few seconds the Harts bursts out laughing.

"It is a good thing we come here a lot or else he would think we were just married," Jennifer says.

"To me we just were. I always feel like our wedding day was just a day ago," Jonathan replies with a grin as he sits back down.

"Darling, I have a confession to make," Jennifer replies with a grin as they pick up their glasses. "I always feel like our wedding day was a day ago."

"In that case do you want to drink the rest of the wine or head straight home for dessert?" Jonathan asks with a sly grin.

"Let's have the wine first. I have good news to tell you. And it will definitely call for a toast."

"I'm all for the wine. The longer we put off our dessert the better it is."

"I like the way you think," Jennifer replies, seductively.

"So do I. Now what is the news?"

"Do you remember when I told you when I was thinking about majoring in archeology?"

"Yes."

"I just got a call this afternoon from someone I went to college with.  We got to know each other very well on campus. Her name is Shani Hanania. I told her about my interest in archeology. She moved back to Egypt soon after graduation. She now works for The Egyptian Museum. Some rare ancient artifacts have been discovered, and they are having a grand opening in a couple of weeks to showcase these new items. Press from all over the world will be attending to publicize this new display."

"Shani wants you to cover the grand opening," Jonathan finishes for her.

"Not only her, but the curator of the museum. He was really impressed when Shani told him we went to the same university together. Of course knowing about my interest in relics peaked his interest."

"When do we leave?" Jonathan asks.

"How did you know I agreed to cover the opening?" Jennifer asks in amazement.

"I am your husband you know, and I know you. Whenever you run across a story that sparks your interest, there is no holding you back."

Jennifer smiles. "Let's toast," she replies, holding up her glass.

Jonathan raises his glass as well. "Here's to being blessed with not only a supportive and caring wife, but a talented woman who I am very proud I am going to share the rest of my life with."

"And here's to my husband who brings me happiness every day of my life. I am so thankful I get to share the rest of my life with an intelligent, charming, and understanding gentleman."

"Here's to us!" Jonathan and Jennifer smile at each other for a few moments before finally clinking their glasses in a toast. They sip their wine.

"Now, there is just one more thing," Jennifer replies as they put their glasses down on the table.

"What is that?"

"Help me please with my necklace," Jennifer says as she takes it out of the case and hands it to her husband. Jonathan smiles as Jennifer turns around. She holds her hair up as Jonathan places the back of the necklace around her neck before finally being able to get it on.

"There you go, darling."

"Thank you," Jennifer replies, turning around.

"You're welcome. Now how about dessert?"

"I'm all for it," Jennifer replies with a smile which Jonathan returns.

Hart House, Morning, Several Weeks Later

Jonathan and Jennifer come down the stairs one morning carrying their luggage. Freeway is following behind. Jennifer carries several guidebooks on Egypt particularly Cairo. 

"Oh, Jonathan, I'm really looking forward to Egypt," she says, unable to hold back her excitement.

"I know. You told me numerous times including before we went to bed last night," Jonathan replies with a smile.

"Oh, I'm sorry, darling. I'm just very excited about this trip. Egypt has such a fascinating culture and history."

"It's all right. I'm just happy to know you're going to enjoy Egypt, and it will give us time together."

Jennifer smiles. "How do you feel about improving your knowledge of ancient Egyptian relics?"

"Well, let's just say it is not as exciting as improving your knowledge of jazz would be," Jonathan says as they reach the door.

"I'll make you a deal. When we get back, I'll work on brushing up my history of jazz," Jennifer replies, facing him as he holds the door open for her.

"With a deal like that how can I not be thrilled myself we're going to Egypt?" he asks with a grin.

Jennifer chuckles as they head toward their new Rolls Royce Corniche. The vehicle is parked in front of the house. Max stands in front of the car. He walks over and takes the luggage from the Harts' hands except for Jennifer's purse and camera bag. He loads it into the already opened trunk. Freeway barks, whimpering at the fact that he is being left behind.

"Oh, Freeway, I'm sorry we can't take you, sweetheart," Jennifer says, feeling a bit guilty of leaving their dog behind. She picks him up and pets him.

"Freeway, take it from your daddy. You’d much rather stay at home with Max," Jonathan replies as he pets the dog.

"Egypt wouldn't thrill him anyway, Mrs. H," Max says, shutting the trunk. "The climate isn't what he is used to."

"You're both right," Jennifer says. "I just feel guilty leaving him behind on our travels."

"Don't. I saw on a TV Guide that Abbot and Costello Meet The Mummy will be comin' on in half an hour. He can see the scenery and get a feel of what Egypt is like when we watch it together," Max replies as he walks over to them.

"At least he won't have to suffer from the humidity out there. He can't bear the heat wave we're having right here in Los Angeles now," Jennifer replies. She gives the dog a big kiss. "We  love you, Freeway. We'll see you when we get back." She puts the dog down.

"Have a good time, Mr. and Mrs. H. If you can find the time, I would appreciate gettin' a postcard from you folks," Max says.

Freeway barks. "Freeway, what would you do with a postcard? You ain't smart enough to read."

The dog looks up at him innocently. "Thank goodness he didn't understand what you just said, Max," Jennifer replies. 

"We'll send you a postcard, Max," Jonathan says as he opens the passenger door for his wife.

"Thanks. Enjoy Egypt."

"We will," Jennifer says as she gets into the seat. "Enjoy the movie with Freeway."

"Goodbye," Jonathan says, getting into the driver's side of the Rolls.

"Goodbye. Safe travels."

Jonathan starts the engine as Max picks up Freeway. They watch as Jonathan and Jennifer drive away.

"Come on, Freeway," Max says after the Harts' car is out of sight. "Let's get ready for Bud Abbot and Lou Costello." 

Jonathan and Jennifer arrive in Egypt a few days later after taking a stop on the flight over in their jet. Late that morning the Harts are taking in some of the sights of the city. They are riding in a taxi in Tahir Square which is located downtown Cairo. They drive in the center of the square which is the large and busy traffic circle. Jennifer has a travel guide of Cairo open and is looking at it as they pass landmarks that are featured in the book.

“I’m so glad we arrived a day early so we could get in some sightseeing before the big day tomorrow,” Jennifer says.

“I am too. Only one thing I’m wondering.”

“How much sightseeing I’m going to bore you to death with?”

“I’d settle for boredom than plotting how to get you out of Egypt if I had to.”

“Darling, where is your enthusiasm for culture?” Jennifer asks with a bit of disappointment.

“It will disappear the moment you don’t want to go back home,” Jonathan replies, joking.

“If that happens you can carry me off like the mummy in those old Universal movies,” Jennifer says, joking with her husband.

“Hmm, that is a thought,” Jonathan replies.

Jonathan and Jennifer smile at each other as they continuing sightseeing.

“Just wait till we have that dinner cruise on the Nile.”

“Al taslit aldaw min lana rihlat qasire,” Jonathan replies in Arabic which means, “the highlight of our trip.”

“Jayid jiddaan!” Jennifer says, impressed. She just said, “Very good,” in Arabic. “I’m glad to see you’ve been brushing up on your Arabic.”

“If we’re going to enjoy our trip here refreshing my memory will make it an even more enjoyable experience. Besides I can’t embarrass my cultured wife when we’re out together at the museum.”

“I’m thankful you want to make a good impression. Now, how do you say hello?”

“I don’t know.”

“You forgot the greeting?” Jennifer asks, surprised.

“No, I left my translation book back at the hotel.”

“Jonathan!” 

“I’m going to study after the cruise tonight.”

“I have a better idea. I’ll teach you the language.” 

“You always have the best ideas. Do I have to stay after class?” 

“Yes, but not for homework. I think you know what I have in mind, darling,” Jennifer replies, seductively. 

“Oui,” Jonathan replies with a smile. 

“How did we get to French?”

“It is a romantic language.”

“Sahih,” Jennifer replies. “That is the translation for true.” 

“Thanks, but I figured that meant true. You and I think alike.”

“Right now I just want to think about Egypt.” 

"I'll go along with that. We are here to sightsee."

 "Oh, Jonathan, look over there! That's The Egyptian Museum," Jennifer says, pointing to the museum which they are approaching.

"Since tomorrow is going to be a zoo how about we stop off, and you can introduce me to Shani?"

"She would love that. She is dying to meet you."

Jennifer proceeds to tell their driver to let them stop off at the museum. The driver nods as they head toward the museum. 

Upon reaching the front of the museum, Jonathan and Jennifer get out of the vehicle after it comes to a stop. As Jennifer shuts her door, she tells the driver in Arabic to wait for them. The driver once again just nods. 

"He is certainly is friendly," Jennifer remarks sarcastically as they head toward the entrance.

"Maybe he prefers to just drive and let us tourists do the talking," Jonathan replies, taking her hand. "Besides we really didn't give him much of a chance to talk since we left the hotel."

"And he does give a lot of lifts to people. I would think he would at least ask how we're enjoying our trip and make us feel welcome."

"Darling, he is just driving us not royalty, and there is no law required of taxi drivers to be friendly or talkative."

"I know. I was just thinking if I had his job, I would want people riding in my taxi to feel welcome," Jennifer says as they approach the door which Jonathan holds open for his wife.

"That is because you are a very caring and giving person, a trait that some people should learn to have."

"Thank you, darling," Jennifer replies with a smile. "But don't think that is going to change my mind about helping you brush up on Arabic," she says in a teasing tone.

"That thought had never even crossed my mind," Jonathan says with a grin as they enter the building.

A security guard comes up to them and begins speaking in Arabic. Noticing the confused look on her husband's face, Jennifer translates for him.

"Jonathan, the guard just wants to look through my belongings and your pockets. He says there have been several attempts to break into the museum, and he has strict orders to check out everyone."

Jennifer tells the guard in Arabic that they will oblige. Jennifer takes her purse off of her shoulder and hands it to the guard. She then hands him her camera bag. He carefully opens Jennifer's purse and inspects it thoroughly. Once done with the purse, he hands it back to Jennifer and then goes on to inspect her camera bag. After inspecting the bag, he hands it back to Jennifer. He turns to Jonathan and inspects the pockets inside of his trousers. Upon finding a wallet, he takes it out and inspects it thoroughly. He hands it back to Jonathan who takes it and gives him a smile, his way of thanking him. Jonathan puts his wallet back as the guard slowly feels Jonathan’s trousers from the waist up to his ankle. The guard smiles and turns to Jennifer telling her that they may go. Jennifer smiles. She asks where Shani's office is located. Speaking in his native language, the guard politely tells her as he points to the right side of the museum.  Jennifer thanks him. The Harts walk on ahead as the guard begins inspecting the rest of the visitors who enter.

"I wonder what is going on," Jonathan comments as he follows his wife to Shani's office which is located away from the exhibits near the back of the museum on the same floor.

"I am too. At least nothing has been stolen. I hope there won't be any attempts or thefts during the opening tomorrow. Mentioning Egyptian relics stolen isn't exactly something I would care to bring up."

"I don't think we have to worry about any thefts then, darling. There is a guard at the entrance, and I'm sure the curator of the museum will have this place surrounded by guards. Since there is a new display, I don't think he would chance having new valuable relics taken while there is house full of reporters and tourists."

"Not only that, but anyone who would attempt to rob a museum in broad daylight wouldn't receive a A plus for good planning if they gave a class on stealing."

They finally reach Shani's office. A sign on the front of the door reads, “Shani Hananai, Public Relations.” The door is closed, but her voice can be heard from inside.

"Should we knock or wait?" Jonathan asks.

"I'll knock. She won't mind as long as we're quiet."

Jennifer knocks quietly on the door.

"Come in," they hear Shani say.

Jonathan opens the door, and Jennifer goes in with her husband coming in behind her. He quietly closes the door as Shani looks up at them. She is a charming, attractive Egyptian woman a few years younger than Jennifer. She wears a pair of glasses. Shani is speaking to someone on the telephone. A wide and excited smile comes across her face upon seeing Jennifer. Jennifer smiles at her as she and Jonathan wait patiently. Shani continues speaking to the other person on the other end of the line for a minute before finally hanging up the receiver.

"Oh, Jennifer, I can't tell you how glad I am to finally see you again!" she exclaims as she rises from her chair and embraces her. "I didn't expect to see you until tomorrow."

"We thought we get in some sightseeing before the opening tomorrow, and we ended up in the square," Jennifer replies as her old college friend pulls out of the embrace. "We thought since we were near the museum we'd stop by to say hello. I hope we're not interrupting anything."

"No, not a thing. It has been a very busy day today with the opening coming up, but I can take some time for a visit. I'm glad you decided to stop by."

"I am too, and I know Jonathan needed a break from sightseeing for a while," Jennifer says with a smile as she turns to her husband. "Shani, I would like you to meet my husband, Jonathan."

"Hello, Jonathan. I'm so glad I finally get to meet you," Shani says as Jonathan shakes her hand.

"Well, I am always delighted to meet any friend of Jennifer's," Jonathan replies with a smile. "And I didn't exactly need a break from sightseeing."

"Not into Egyptian relics?" Shani asks with a grin.

"They are fascinating to me as the average tourist, but let's just say I don't share the enthusiasm Jennifer does for them."

"I didn't get into them either until I decided to major in archeology," Shani says, pointing to chairs in front of her desk for Jonathan and Jennifer to sit down.

"You never told me that," Jennifer says surprised as they take a seat while Shani returns to the chair behind her desk.

"I didn't think anything of it until Jonathan told me he doesn't share your interest in them," Shani explains as she takes off her glasses.

"Speaking of relics, what is has been happening with the attempted break-ins?" Jonathan asks.

"Yes, the guard told us about it when he asked to inspect our personal belongings," Jennifer says as she places her camera bag on the floor beside her.

"That is one of the strains that is beginning to take a toll on me since I was informed of the Egyptian relics's discovery," Shani says, laying back in her chair. 

"What do you mean?" Jennifer asks with curiosity and concern.

"Well, the curator of the museum, Mr. Abasi Mohamed, has been worrying about those artifacts  being stolen with the attempted break-ins happening once a week now for weeks. Since then he has been nothing, but difficult to work with. He is so agitated and nervous all the time. When he was told about the first attempt to break in, I thought he was going to have a heart attack when he heard the news. He turned white as a sheet."

"Are those artifacts insured?" Jonathan asks, crossing his legs.

"Yes. That is one of the things I can't understand. If they're taken, he'll receive the insurance."

"The insurance money is a lot of money though, and they're valuable," Jennifer points out.

"And no curator of any museum would want to risk losing that kind of money," Jonathan adds. 

"But there's something about Mr. Mohamed's attitude that has me baffled, Jennifer and Jonathan. Ever since he heard about the discovery  and the arrangements being made for them to be displayed, it didn't make any kind of impression at all. Whenever new artifacts are being added to the museum, he is always overjoyed."

"But not this time," Jonathan concludes.

"That is right, and curiosity is getting the best of me why especially after he heard about all the press coming around the world. He suddenly became excited, and it was the first time we held an opening since I don't know how long."

"You're right. His behavior doesn't make any sense," Jennifer replies, wondering what is going on.

"His reactions makes me wonder if Mr. Mohamed could be in some kind of financial trouble, Shani."

"What makes you say that?" Shani asks, sitting up with a frightened expression.

"How long have you worked for him?" Jennifer asks.

"Let's see. I started working at The Egyptian Museum in 1972 so that would make it about twelve years now. But I've known him to be nothing, but a honest man. He has always been very kind and gracious. It has only been recently he has been difficult to work for. He isn't a tyrant at all. He just has been under a lot of stress."

"Financial trouble or anything personal does make a person stress when it comes to business. I have employees who work for me who become stressed if something is going on in their private lives that I wasn't aware of,” Jonathan says.

"What business are you in?"

"I am CEO of Hart Industries."

"I'm sorry, but I have never heard of it."

"It is a global conglomerate. In fact it was Hart Industries that installed our latest state of the art security camera here at the museum."

"Jonathan, you never told me that," Jennifer says in surprise.

"I was told a museum was going to be used as a test site, but I wasn't informed where until the day before we left Los Angeles. I was going to tell you, but with so much going on at the office, I forgot."

"Jonathan happens to be a very successful businessman," Jennifer replies as she reaches over and pats him on the shoulder.

"You're my wife, darling," Jonathan says, turning to her. "You might be prejudice," he teases her. Smiling, Jennifer smacks him, playfully.

"I am impressed," Shani replies with a smile. "I wonder if Mr. Mohamed knew your company was going to install security, but with the way he has been behaving, I am not at all surprised he hasn't said anything."

"I don't want to appear like we're interfering, but do you happen to know if your boss is in financial trouble?" Jonathan asks, turning back to Shani.

"If he is, he is doing a very good job of hiding it. I can't think of a reason why he would be. He doesn't gamble or take any kind of risks that could cause him to lose money. He is very frugal with money."

"Just incase you're wondering why we're asking you all these questions, Jonathan and I happen to be amateur sleuths."

"You might say we have a knack for finding crime wherever we go."

Shani smiles. "If Mr. Mohamed needs you and Jennifer to do any investigative work, I'll be sure to keep you in mind. Jennifer, I don't know how you ended up so lucky. If Jonathan wasn't your husband, I would certainly would be interested."

"I'm not sure if I should be jealous or concerned," Jennifer replies with a smile. 

"Well, since you're here, I'm sure Mr. Mohamed will want to see you. Let's go to his office and see if he can spare you a few minutes."

Jonathan and Jennifer rise from their seats just as Shani rises. Jennifer picks up her camera bag as her old college friend opens the door and leads them out of the office.

"Are you sure we shouldn't come back tomorrow? We did show up just on the spur of the moment," Jennifer says as Jonathan shuts the door as they head toward Mr. Mohamed's office. 

"No, he is very anxious to meet you both. You'll like him, Jennifer and Jonathan. He is a very easygoing man or I should say easygoing normally."

"Jennifer and I will get along with him just fine no matter what mood he is in. Being a businessman myself I am used to dealing with people from all over the world with different personalities," Jonathan replies with a smile as they reach his office.

"All right, just remember I warned you," Shani says as she knocks on the door. "Mr. Mohamed, it's Shani. Jonathan and Jennifer Hart are here to meet you." There is silence. She knocks again before opening the door. The room is empty.

"Oh, I should have known he would decide to get back to preparing for the opening tomorrow. He has hardly ever stopped getting ready for it for weeks now," she says, sighing in disappointment as she shuts the door before turning back to the Harts.

"You sound concerned about him," Jonathan replies. "He must be working himself too hard."

"I'm afraid he is. If he doesn't stop to take it easy, he is going to drop dead before the opening," Shani replies, troubled. Jonathan and Jennifer glance at each other uncomfortable at Shani saying, "drop dead."

Just then an older Egyptian gentleman approaches them. He is wearing glasses, and he appears to be in his late sixties. Seeing Shani he begins speaking to her in Arabic. Shani replies in their native tongue before turning to Jonathan and Jennifer, "Mr. Mohamed, I would like to introduce you to Jennifer Hart, and her husband, Jonathan."

"It is a pleasure, Mr. Mohamed," Jennifer replies with a friendly smile as she and Jonathan extend their hands. He nods and then turns back to Shani. He begins speaking wildly in Arabic, and she replies back once again in the same language. Jonathan and Jennifer glance at each other, worrying that they may have gotten Shani into trouble with her boss. 

"Excuse me," Mr. Mohamed replies gruffly as he turns to his office door. Jonathan and Jennifer immediately get out of his way as he opens the door.

"Pardon us. We apologize for being in the way," Jennifer says, embarrassed.  Ignoring Jennifer's apology, Mr. Mohamed walks into his office, slamming the door shut behind him.

"If that is one of his good moods I wonder what he is like when he is in such a foul mood," Jonathan replies, quietly.

"Shani, I apologize. I hope we didn't get you into trouble," Jennifer says.

"No, you didn't. Mr. Mohamed was just not in the mood to meet you. His mood has certainly changed from last night. I can't wait for the opening to be over and done with. Then hopefully he can be back to himself," Shani replies, sadly.

"Let us know if there is anything we can do to help," Jennifer says, patting her on the shoulder.

"Thank you, Jennifer! Well, I better get back to work. Mr. Mohamed wants me to look into something for him. I'm so sorry you had to see him like this."

"Don't fret over it, Shani. You have no control over his moods. It was nice meeting you."

"The same here, Jonathan," Shani replies, her voice cracking. "I'll see you both tomorrow. Jonathan, Jennifer," Shani says as she gives Jennifer a quick kiss on the cheek before hurrying back to her office.

"Speaking of pushing themselves too hard," Jonathan says as he and his wife look after her with worry in their eyes. "I'm afraid your old college friend may be headed toward a nervous breakdown."

"I'm afraid you're right, darling. I just wish we had waited until tomorrow before we stopped by. I feel so responsible."

"Darling, if you're responsible for anything, it is just caring for an old friend from college. You're not to blame. Let's just hope for the best and get on with the sightseeing. We can't do anything more here," Jonathan says as they head down the hall together while he takes Jennifer's hand. Suddenly the door to Mr. Mohamed's office quietly opens, and he comes out looking after the Harts as they head on their way to the entrance of the museum. Jonathan and Jennifer are talking as they continue walking. Once out of his sight, Mr. Mohamed goes into the office and quietly shuts his door. He locks it and sighs before walking over to his desk. He picks up the telephone and dials a number. After waiting a few seconds, his call is answered by a male voice. They greet each other in Arabic before getting down to the reason for the call. 

"Is everything all set? I don't want anything to go wrong."

"It is all set. I have everything we need."

"Good. I can't wait any longer before we pull off our plan. I want the cash soon. You meet me here soon after the museum closes tomorrow at nine o'clock sharp, and don't be late. I just want to get this over with," Mr. Mohamed replies, nervously and sternly.

"I'll be on time. Nothing will go wrong. Just keep your end of the bargain, Mohamed."

"I'll keep my end of the bargain! I don't need you to keep breathing down my neck about me keeping my end of the deal every time we talk! Just you show up, and don't make any mistakes! I can't afford them!" Mohamed exclaims, impatiently. He hangs up the receiver and takes a deep breath. He walks over to a drawer and takes out a hidden bottle of alcohol. It is half full. He takes out a glass in the back and begins pouring himself a drink. He feels his hands, shaking as he take a sip. He puts the glass and bottle down on the desk before taking a seat. He feels his hands and head sweating from anxiety and stress. He pours himself another drink, gulping it down this time.

Egyptian Museum Minute Later

Jonathan is standing outside of the museum taking a picture of his wife as she stands in front of the statue and the pond in front of the building.

"Hold it right there, darling," Jonathan says as Jennifer smiles as she puts her hand on the statue.

"Got it," Jonathan replies with a smile as he snaps the picture. Jennifer gets back into her normal position as Jonathan walks over and hands her the camera.

"Thank you. Where should we go next?" she asks as she takes the camera, putting it back into her camera bag.

"Wherever you want to go. I'm just here for the ride and for your charming company," Jonathan replies as they head back toward the taxi.

"Let me consult with my travel guide, and I'll see where we want to go," Jennifer replies as Jonathan holds the door for his wife. Jennifer gets in as she takes the travel guide from her purse and begins looking through the book as Jonathan closes the door. He gets in the vehicle on the other side. The taxi driver turns around and begins speaking excitedly. Jennifer responds, and he turns around, mumbling to himself as he starts the engine. They drive off.

"What did he say? Was he happy about having to wait on us out in the heat?" Jonathan asks sarcastically. 

"No, but he got impatient when I told him we don’t know where we want to go yet."

"Well, I'll be sure to give him a good tip when we get back to our hotel."

"From what he said I got the impression we aren't his favorite passengers."

"Like you said earlier, he certainly is friendly," Jonathan replies as they head on their way out of Tahir Square.

Jennifer finally looks out of her travel guide and begins telling their driver where they want to go next in Arabic. 

"Hawl zaman!" he exclaims.

"What did he say?" Jonathan asks.

"He said about time."

"Patience certainly isn't one of his strong points."

"I hate to find out what he would say if I told him patience is a virtue," Jennifer says at the thought.

"I wouldn't press my luck," Jonathan replies. "I'd hate to have to walk back to our hotel."

"I'd hate to just have to walk back in this heat," Jennifer says, taking out her camera to take pictures of the city. 

Throughout the rest of the day, Jonathan and Jennifer take in as many sights as possible. They drive straight from the museum to Historic Cairo which is only minutes away. Their first stop is Mosque of Muhammed Ali.

Jonathan and Jennifer walk over to the landmark.

"What do you think, darling?" Jennifer asks as she snaps pictures.

"Well, so far Cairo doesn't impress me as much as Greece. What is this place anyway?"

"It is a mosque," Jennifer replies. "Mosque of Muhammed Ali."

"There certainly are a lot of them here in ancient Cairo," Jonathan remarks with a grin.

"Maybe you'll like it better once we're inside," Jennifer says as she stops taking pictures as they head toward the entrance.

"I would just like to get out of this heat. Egypt's weather probably makes California seem like an average day in Florida," Jonathan says as they head inside the building.

"We'll get a drink before we head back to The Fairmont."

"That is the best idea you've had all day," Jonathan replies with a smile. 

"Don't be too thrilled. I was thinking of hot tea."

"Considering the temperature out here, tea won't seem that hot."

Jennifer begins snapping pictures inside as she and her husband walk around taking in the beautiful and grand architecture. 

"Now what do you think?"

"It isn't exactly the Paris Opera House."

"Jonathan!" Jennifer exclaims in disappointment.

"I'm just kidding you, darling. It is something."

"What does the book say?" Jonathan asks as they wonder around. 

"Let's see," Jennifer says, taking down her camera and looking through the book. "Muhammed Ali chose to build this mosque in style of his former rulers, the Ottomans, unlike the Mamluks, who despite their political authority held by the Ottomans, continued in the architectural styles of the previous Mamluk dynasties."

"Wait, who were Muhammed Ali, the Ottomans, and the Mamluck?" Jonathan asks as they stop walking.

"I'm sorry. I'll get to them now."

"You want to know what I think?"

"I'm not sure I do, but you may surprise me," Jennifer says looking through the book searching for answers to Jonathan's questions.

"I think you should have taken up teaching. I think my wife is in the wrong line of work."

Jennifer grins before looking up at her husband. "And I think you are in the wrong line of work," Jennifer replies, slyly.

"Oh? Why do you say that?"

"Because you certainly know how to tempt a person."

"Well, darling, I am your husband so flattery will get me anywhere," Jonathan replies with a smile.

"Don't be too sure of yourself," Jennifer teases. She goes back looking at the book and finally answers Jonathan's questions and telling him other historical facts about the mosque as they get on with their tour. 

After they finish their tour with Mosque of Mohammed Ali, the Harts' next stop is the Hanging Church.

The Harts tour the church as Jennifer continues giving historical facts.

"The Hanging Church is one of the oldest churches in Egypt. It was at this church that the Virgin Mary and Jesus stayed. Its name is after its location above the gatehouse of the Babylon Fortress. Early travelers to Cairo dubbed the church,"The Staircase Church."

"Because of the twenty nine steps it takes to get to the Hanging Church," Jonathan guesses.

"You're right. The Hanging Church is the most famous Coptic Church here in Cairo. It is also well- known for being the first to be built in Basilican style."

Once Jonathan and Jennifer finish touring and taking pictures of the church, their final place for sightseeing is Khan el-Khalili, a marketplace. 

"Let's get something to drink," Jennifer says as they make their way around the crowds. 

"I was wondering when you were going to bring that up." They pass shops that sell souvenirs, antiques, and jewelry.  The Harts also walk past workshops as well as restaurants as they walk toward a coffeehouse. They head toward El- Fishawy Cafe, one of the oldest and famous coffeehouses.

Like the streets themselves, the cafe is crowded with tourists and Egyptian locals. Jonathan and Jennifer make their way over to a table and two chairs.  They sit down.

"You know, darling, I've been thinking we should get Max a present while we're here. He is taking care of Freeway and looking after our house while we're gone," Jennifer says as she puts her camera bag on her lap.

"I agree, and I know the perfect present."

"You have already seen something that you think he would like?" Jennifer asks raising her voice so her husband can hear her over the loud noise of people talking.

"Yes, it is standing near you."

"What?" Jennifer asks confused. "I don't see anything Max would care for as a gift."

"I was thinking he would like one of those," Jonathan replies with a grin as he points to an older Egyptian across the way who is smoking from a Hookah. Jennifer looks over her shoulder and sees what Jonathan is pointing at. She rolls her eyes as she turns back to look at her husband. Jonathan can't stop himself from chuckling.

"Jonathan. That was a nice try, but I don't think we should encourage Max's bad habits anymore than we already do. Besides there is something else you haven't considered, darling."

"What is that?"

"It wouldn't fit in with our style of decorating," Jennifer says with a grin.

"No, but it would save money on all those cigars he smokes."

Jennifer chuckles and shakes her head in disbelief as a waiter approaches them and asks what they would like. She orders them two teas. He nods as he gives Jonathan and Jennifer a smile before walking away to get them their drinks.

"El- Fishaway became a hangout for writers, artists, musicians, and students," Jennifer tells her husband.

"What book told you that?"

"I didn't get it from a book. Shani recommended this cafe to me over the phone when we were discussing the arrangements for the opening.  She told me the history of this place. "Love greetings I present to my beloved home, El- Fishaway," is what reads in one entryway in the multi volume guest register."

"I know something I would like to have carved into the door of our bedroom," Jonathan says with a twinkle in his eyes.

"What is that?" Jennifer asks with curiosity. 

"Love greetings I present to my beloved wife, Jennifer Hart."

"That would make a nice romantic sentiment," Jennifer replies with a smile, touched by what Jonathan had just said.

After Jonathan and Jennifer finish drinking their tea and paying for it, they leave the cafe and look around all the shops and workshops, taking their time to see if they find any souvenirs to their liking. 

Egyptian Museum The Next Day 

That afternoon Jonathan and Jennifer are attending the grand opening being held at the museum in honor of the recently discovered Egyptian artifacts that are about to be shown. Press from all over the world are among the guests and tourists. The museum is crowded to the point you can hardly move. Jennifer along with other reporters are taking photographs and interviewing people who have come to see the relics that are to be put on display. Everyone is dressed for this grand occasion.  Egyptian locals are playing their own music near the entrance. Guards are checking visitors' belongings including their identification cards and passports as they come in. Jonathan stands by the buffet table with a long line of people ahead of him. Just then Shani and Mr. Mohamed walk through the crowd over to Jennifer who is taking a break from the interviews. Jennifer and the rest of the press are standing by the door.

"Jennifer, I would like to introduce you to Mr. Mohamed," Shani says with a smile. Jonathan happens to glance in their direction and notices that Jennifer is greeting the curator of the museum who appears to be friendly and warm towards her today. Since he hasn't moved once while waiting in line for the buffet and curious to what is being said between Jennifer, Mr. Mohamed, and Shani, Jonathan walks off. He pushes through the crowd and heads over to his wife.

"Hello, darling," Jonathan says, approaching.

"Oh, hello," Jennifer replies with a smile. "Jonathan, I would like you to meet Mr. Mohamed. Mr. Mohamed, this is my husband."

"It is wonderful to meet you," Mr. Mohamed says as he shakes Jonathan's hand. "I am delighted that you could accompany your wife to the opening. I'm thrilled you and Mrs. Hart could fly all the way from America just so she could be here to report on this display of these magnificent artifacts. The publicity will increase tourism for our museum. I know it has already made a difference by all the people I see here," he says with excitement. 

"Well, one thing you can say about my wife she is very dedicated to her work," Jonathan replies, taken by surprise at this man's changed attitude. 

"A trait I'm sure you admire, Mr. Hart," Mr. Mohamed says.

"Yes, I do, and please call us Jonathan and Jennifer."

"I'd be delighted to, Jonathan and Jennifer," Mr. Mohamed replies as he takes Jennifer's hand which he kisses. "I can't tell you how much your presence means to me and to the museum."

"I think you just did," Jennifer says, getting suspicious now herself.

"If you excuse me, I must get ready for the exhibit. Enjoy yourself, Jonathan and Jennifer. Come along, please, Shani," Mr. Mohamed says as he walks away.

"See you later," Shani replies with a wide smile, relieved that her boss is finally in a good mood. They disappear into the crowd.

"He certainly is a changed man from yesterday," Jennifer says in amazement.

"Yes, he is. I wonder what is behind his sudden change from being grumpy to happy."

"I don't know. From the way he treated us yesterday when Shani tried to introduce us then, I got the impression he wanted us to take the first flight out of Egypt," Jennifer comments.

"I got the same impression. From the look on his face and from what little I could make out of his yelling in Arabic, I thought he wouldn't mind buying us the tickets personally."

"I'm sure there is a logical explanation, darling," Jennifer replies.

"I wouldn't be too certain of that yet."

"What do you mean?" Jennifer asks with worry in her voice as she turns around to face him. 

"I just find Mr. Mohamed's sudden change of mood a bit strange."

"You don't think there is something we should be concerned about do you?"

"I hope for you and Shani's sake I am wrong. I just think we should not trust the man yet."

"Shani has worked for him since 1972, and she has known him to be a very honest man."

"Darling, even honest people have a way of becoming dishonest. I'm going to see if I can get some food before the buffet table becomes empty."

Jonathan walks away, leaving Jennifer uneasy and worried. Jonathan had a way of knowing people's true colors. In all of the adventures and cases they had become entangled in over the years, he had a knack of knowing who was guilty. Suddenly the music comes to an end, and Jennifer gets her camera ready, knowing the display is about to be shown. Shani and Mr. Mohamed stand in front of the crowd along with members of the archaeological dig. The room comes to a complete silence as everyone gets ready for the big moment they had been waiting for since they arrived. Jennifer politely excuses herself as she moves close so she can get the perfect pictures she needs for her article. Jonathan quickly grabs a piece of food and drink to tide himself over with now that the crowd had abandoned the buffet table. 

"First off, I would like to thank everyone for coming to the opening today," Shani says through a microphone. "Mr. Mohamed and myself along with all of the employees here at the museum are very proud and honored that you could join us for this exciting moment."

Just then Jonathan joins his wife who is taking pictures along with the rest of the reporters.

"This is a very important and exciting time for The Egyptian Museum. We are very lucky to be displaying these newly discovered ancient artifacts. If it weren't for these dedicated and talented archeologists who have found the relics while spending hours and months on end, Egypt's past would be lost to us forever. Because of their hard work, the locals and tourists are able to appreciate and admire the days of the Pharaohs. Without making you wait any further,  we will show you what have been uncovered as I turn the floor over to the archeologists who will tell you the facts of these findings and answer any questions you may have." She walks away and joins Mr. Mohamed as a big curtain is pulled back to reveal all the new recent Egyptian artifacts that have been discovered and put on display for the museum. Guards are standing around the exhibit.

The crowd of onlookers are impressed, and everyone begins snapping pictures of the artifacts all at once. 

"Now if I may have your attention, I'll give you the facts and answer any of your questions you may have," one young American archaeologist in his late thirties says through the microphone. "I know the first thought and question going through all of your minds is where we have found these relics. They have been discovered in a tomb of King Tutankhamun who is better known to tourists as King Tut. All of you here must remember the artifacts that were put on display and seen throughout the world for the first time outside of Egypt from 1972 to 1979, The Treasures of Tutankhamun.  Since those exhibits were successful,  myself and my colleagues wondered if any other treasures could be found dating back to the time of King Tut. So we organized an archeological dig ourselves with high hopes of what we would find. As you can see for yourselves, the time and money spent was well worth it."

"Weren't you afraid of the Curse Of The Pharaohs, Dr. Deacon?" an English reporter jokes. The crowd with the exception of the locals and Jonathan and Jennifer bursts out laughing.

Dr. Deacon smiles before responding. "I think you have been watching too many mummy horror films. My colleagues and myself don't believe in superstition. Besides there hasn't been any proof, but speculation of the curse is only a myth. Now about our findings, the first item I would like to call your attention to is this medallion," the archeologist says, pointing to the golden item on his right.

The crowd turns their attention to the medallion and continue snapping pictures as they listen to Dr. Deacon tells facts about the relic. "We found it in the tomb of the king himself. Along with the medallion, all of these artifacts were thought to have been lost forever."

 "Could you give us some details about the treasures that you found?" another reporter asks.

"Certainly. One item is a gilded wood statue of the ka of Tutankhamun, from the Valley Of The Kings, 18th Dynasty. Another item is also solid gold and is a death mask of Tutankhamun, which is from the same period. We also discovered several semi-precious stones that contained of King Tut. Yet another item was a shrine in gilded wood for the canopic jars of King Tut from the Valley of The Kings. In addition, our visitors can admire several small statues of Rameses II sculpted from stone. Lastly, one of our most impressive finds is a pendant of gold and semi-precious stones in the form of a falcon from the tomb of King Tut," Dr. Deacon responds pointing to each item on display as he talks about them.

 "These artifacts are really such treasures. I have never thought any other relics would be found in King Tut's tomb," Jennifer says with breathless excitement.

"How come these artifacts have taken so long to be found, Dr. Deacon?" Jonathan asks.

"When Howard Carter discovered King Tut's tomb in 1922, he and the other archeologists on the expedition were certain that everything that was once in the king's procession had been discovered- 5,938 items were uncovered to be exact in that time period. It appeared there was nothing else to be found in the tomb."

"What made you think there were more artifacts to be found?" Jennifer asks.

"According to the research I conducted, I felt that maybe Carter had overlooked the fact there could be more artifacts missing. As an archeologist, I feel always there are ancient treasures that could have been missed during many expeditions. Scientists are always discovering facts about our research, and  I believe the same can be said about archeology. I am relieved to say the other archeologists who have worked with me agree with my theory.”

"Are there anymore questions?" 

"What do you estimate the value of these recently discovered items to be?" one reporter shouts out.

"The estimates we have received from experts who determine the value of these relics range anywhere from 5 to 10 million. We are having the items insured for ten million."

Surprise and shock registers from the audience. 

"Aren't you going to have to have some type of major security to guard against theft?"

"Naturally we are aware of the need for security, and we have enlisted the help of a first class security firm that has put a state of the art system in place. The artifacts are historical treasures that we want to protect for generations to come and view."

"I'd like to add to that comment, that my husband, Jonathan Hart, who is CEO of Hart Industries, is available to act as a consultant for security measures if needed," Jennifer says, addressing the crowd.

"Hello, I am Jonathan Hart, Jennifer's other half," Jonathan replies, turning around, facing the crowd. "Our company has recently invented a high technology camera that has been installed in strategic areas throughout the museum.  The security firm requested this additional support because valuable relics on display. Our research and development team at Hart Industries has offered to use this musuem as a test site."

A look of shock comes across Mohamed's face upon hearing that a security camera had been installed! His expression goes unnoticed by those around him particularly Shani as their eyes are focused on Jonathan.

"How long have they been working on this camera, Mr. Hart?" a local reporter asks.

"For about three years now. It has taken several months to get it working to our satisfaction, and I hope it will be a success in alerting the authorities if anyone attempts to steal the artifacts." 

"Mr. Mohamed, could we get a picture of you and the Harts together facing the treasures?" the reporters asks turning to him.

"Yes, of course," Mr. Mohamed replies, calmly.  He walks over to Jonathan and Jennifer who is standing in front of the relics on display. Standing next to Jonathan, they smile and prepare to have their picture taken. The crowd has moved away so the press can get their picture.

"Mr. Mohamed, could you please shake Mr. Hart's hand?"

Jonathan turns ready to have his hand shaken. Mr. Mohamed slowly takes Jonathan's hand and shakes it while the reporters snap a picture.

"Just one more, Mr. Mohamed with Mr. and Mrs. Hart, please. Mr. Hart, could you shake Mr. Mohamed's hand as Mrs. Hart puts her hand on your shoulder while she grins, proudly?"

Mr. Mohamed sighs and holds his hand, managing to not to show any signs of nervousness. Jennifer grins and puts her hand on her husband's shoulder as Jonathan shakes Mr. Mohamed's hand in a pose. For the Harts this is a proud and exciting moment while Mr. Mohamed feels sick and uncomfortable.

"Thank you!" the reporter says. 

"You're welcome," Jonathan replies. Mr. Mohamed smiles and just nods his head as he rejoins Shani.

"Are there anymore questions before we go back to enjoying ourselves?" Dr. Deacon asks. "Any questions you may have of my colleagues?" he asks.

The reporters shout questions at the other archeologists as Mr. Mohamed turns to Shani. "I have some important business to take care of in my office. I won't be but a few minutes."

"Everything all right, Mr. Mohamed?" Shani asks as he heads toward his office. Mr. Mohamed just turns around and nods his head before he continues walking on to his office. Shani just shrugs her shoulders as she continues standing listening and watching. The reporters including Jennifer ask the archeologists such questions like how they they got their interest in archeology, what was their reactions upon finding the treasures, if they have any future expeditions planned in Egypt, what is their favorite Egyptian relic they discovered, what is it like exploring the ancient tombs of the pharaohs, and why do they think keeping the past alive for future generations is important all these years later?

"Preserving our past helps us appreciate where we came from, how times have changed since ancient times. Education and appreciation for culture helps us grow in knowledge. And hopefully give us encouragement to learn more about history in general itself," an older archeologist in his late sixties replies as Mr. Mohamed is walking away. Jennifer and Jonathan just happen to glance over and notice his exit just as he disappears out of sight. They give each other a look of puzzlement as Jennifer continues snapping pictures while the rest of the reporters ask their final questions.

Upon reaching his office, Mohamed opens the door and quietly shuts it before locking it. He sighs as a look of annoyance suddenly comes across his face. He picks up the telephone receiver and dials a number. While waiting impatiently, he taps his fingers on the side of the desk, anxiously waiting for the other person on the other end of the line to answer. Just as he is about to give up, there is a knock on the door. He hangs up the receiver. He walks over to the door and unlocks it before peaking out. 

"What do you think you're doing here? If anyone sees you, our plan will backfire on us both," he says to someone outside the door in a panic.

"Relax, Mohamed. No one saw me."

"Just be sure you leave the way you came in. I was calling you. I can see why you didn't answer.  Why are you here? I didn't think you would risk everything when you could have called me on the telephone."

"I wanted to talk to you in person for a change before we pulled off our heist tonight. Do you have the money?"

"You came here just to ask me that?!! You really are paranoid."

"No, I think skeptical would be the more appropriate word. Do you have it?"

"At the moment, you need to forget the money. We have a problem. If we can't get away with our heist, then you and I will be serving prison time together. I don't need to tell you how authorities will react if they find out one of the biggest smugglers of artifacts is on it with me especially since he has already faced jail time for his illegal activities."

"Stop babbling and tell me what you're talking about," the man says, impatiently.

"Does the name Jonathan Hart mean anything to you?"

"You mean Jonathan Hart of Hart Industries? I have heard of his name and his company. But what does he have to do with what we're planning tonight?"

"It just so happens that his wife, Jennifer Hart, is a freelance journalist. Shani went to college with her and at her suggestion, I made the mistake of asking her to come down to cover the opening mainly because of her interest in archeology. Hart Industries created a new kind of security camera that was installed throughout the museum. His company is using my museum as a test site for this camera."

Mohamed's partner bursts out laughing. "Mohamed, Mohamed, I don't know how you ever got far in business with the way your brain works. Soon after we planned our scheme, I made some inquires as to what firm was installing security. By posing as a guard, I learned Hart Industries was chosen to have their new camera installed here. I was way ahead of you, partner."

"You what?!! Why didn't you tell me, partner?!!" Mohamed asks furious to learn he has been kept in the dark all this time.

"I didn't see any need to, and how was I supposed to know you would be stupid enough to invite the Harts down without checking them out?"

"I'm a businessman not a mastermind criminal. Investigating is your job. I'm not paying you half of my salary to do my thinking for me and to not keep me informed."

"Mohamed, I am be the brains behind this operation, but far as I am concerned the Harts and what goes on in this museum is your business.  Like you said, you're the businessman, and I'm a criminal. But just remember after tonight, you're not only be a businessman, but a criminal."

"All right, whatever you say! Just do whatever you have to to keep the Harts and the rest of the world from finding out we pulled this job. Deactivate it, whatever. I don't care. Just fix it so we don't get caught!"

"You worry too much. If you're not careful you just may have a heart attack, and wouldn't that just tip off the authorities if they found you dead the next morning? I have already thought of how to make the camera disposable."

"How?"

"You'll find out tonight."

"All right," Mohamed sighs with worry and fear on his face as he manages to calm down.

Fairmont Nile City Hotel That Night

Later that night Jonathan and Jennifer walk into their bedroom at the hotel in the city.  Jonathan turns on the light as he heads toward the closet.

"Oh, that was such a wonderful day!" Jennifer says as she takes off her shoes. "I can't get over all the relics we got to see and how fascinating the facts were that we learned from an archeologist himself," she says, turning to her husband as he takes off his jacket and puts it on a hanger in the closet. "Darling, is something bothering you? You've been quiet since we left the museum," she notices.

"I just can't get over Mohamed's behavior," he explains as he takes off his tie while he walks over to his wife. "For a night that was supposed to be a memorable evening and one which you would think any curator of a museum like himself would be having the time of his life was instead acting like he was going to the gas chamber the next day."

"His behavior certainly didn't make sense, but do you really think your thought of his being mixed up in some kind of illegal activity could be stretching the imagination too far?"

"It may be. And could it just be maybe my wife is too trusting?"

"I am not too trusting, Jonathan," Jennifer says, defensively. "I just think you're worrying over something that you may have no reason to. We came here so I could write a story on newly discovered Egyptian relics, and we could have a holiday not to worry over someone who is acting suspicious. I just don't want you to fret over it so much we can't enjoy the rest of our time in Egypt. Wait a minute. Is that new camera that has been installed that truly is bothering you, isn't it?" Jennifer asks with concern. 

"Yes. If any thefts are committed and something goes wrong with that camera, I'm going to feel responsible. We are still testing it and with Shani working at the museum, it will be embarrassing. Hart Industries has invested a lot of time into inventing a camera that could be used for security purposes. I just hope it wasn't premature of me to agree to it being used just yet. It is still brand new."

"Do you know what your problem is?" Jennifer asks with a smile as she places her arms around her husband’s neck.

"No. What is my problem?" Jonathan asks with a grin.

"Nothing, not a single thing." Jennifer kisses her husband. "Now, how about you let me ease that tired and troubled mind of yours, darling?" she asks, seductively.

"What medicine do you prescribe?"

"Taking a nice, cold relaxing shower."

"That is exactly what this patient needs. Get the water running, and I'll join you," Jonathan replies, seductively. He smiles and kisses her.  

"I'll get the water exactly the right temperature." Jennifer winks and walks away into the bathroom. Jonathan smiles and begins taking the rest of his clothes off.

The Egyptian Museum Several Hours Later

Mr. Mohamed stands outside the closed museum out of sight and away from the guards in front of the building. He is dressed in black. He is pacing back and forth nervously. Every few seconds he glances at his wristwatch. After a few more moments, a man comes up to him. Standing in front of him, his back is turned. His face can't be seen. Several other men come out of the shadows and stand behind the unknown man who is the brain behind the heist that they are getting ready to put into action. It is so dark they can hardly be seen except for their heads and backs.

"I thought you were going to be late," Mohamed says in relief.

"I told you I would hold up my end of the bargain. I'm on time just like I said I would be. Now, what about the money?"

"I haven't had time to get your money. Besides I think it would be best if you and your men are paid after we pull off this job."

"If I didn't know better I would think you were trying to double cross me," the man says, sternly.

"I'm not. I give you my solemn word that you'll have the money tomorrow. You know how busy and preoccupied I have been with the opening. I haven't had time to relax let alone go to the bank. Can we just get this over with?" Mohamed asks anxiously.

"Sure we can't get this over with. Just calm down or everything we planned for weeks now will be worthless!" the stranger replies with annoyance in his voice. "Come on. Let's get our hands on some ancient Egyptian relics!" He walks toward the musuem with the other men with Mohamed close behind with a look of regret at what he is about to do.

Fairmont Nile City Hotel The Next Morning

The next morning Jonathan and Jennifer are relaxing in their bed as they enjoy looking out over the view of the city. The Harts are drinking tea as they are both still dressed in their pajamas.

"Are you feeling better this morning, darling?" Jennifer asks her husband. 

"Very. Nothing like a relaxing shower with pleasant company and a good night's rest to ease my mind," Jonathan replies with a smile, taking a sip of his tea.

"I'm glad. I knew all you needed was some relaxation," Jennifer says with a grin. 

"Speaking of relaxation, how about we get in some more sightseeing this afternoon and get Max a postcard while we are out?"

"Sightseeing is exactly what I had in mind for this afternoon."

"When are you going to get started on writing the article?"

Just as Jennifer is about to answer her husband's question, there is a loud knocking on the door of their suite.

Jonathan and Jennifer glance at each other in concern. As the knocking continues and turns to pounding, the Harts leave their cups on the table and hurry toward the door.

"Jennifer! Jonathan! Are you there? It is Shani! I must speak to you! It is very important!!" Shani exclaims with fear and panic in her voice.

Jennifer shoots Jonathan a quick look of fear as she quickly unlocks the door. Shani stands out in the corridor holding a handkerchief as tears stream down her face.

"Shani, what is wrong?" Jennifer asks, fearing her friend's response as she comes into the room. Jonathan also has a look of fear on his face by now as well. He too is worried about what they're going to hear.

"Oh, something terrible has happened! I don't know how to tell you this, Jennifer and Jonathan, but the relics are gone! They were stolen last night. And that's not all. One of the guards was killed! He was shot." Shani breaks down into uncontrollable tears as Jonathan and Jennifer look at each other, disturbed by the news. Jennifer walks over and embraces her friend as Jonathan sighs in disappointment. A look of guilt is on his face which Jennifer notices as he frowns, wondering what went wrong with the cameras installed and how the thieves managed to get away undetected.

"What time did it happen?" Jonathan finally manages to ask.

"The police think it happened somewhere between nine o' clock and ten o' clock last night," Shani replies softly, managing to compose herself. "I am so sorry to bother you at this hour, but I just had to tell you the news. I knew you both would want to know especially you, Jonathan."

"You didn't disturb us at all, Shani," Jennifer says, gently pulling out of the embrace. "We were just enjoying the morning here in Egypt."

"I hope you didn't write the article yet."

"No, I haven't even started on it. You don't have to worry about the publicity. I wouldn't think about writing about the robbery after the opening last night."

"Oh, I know you would never do a thing like that. I just didn't want you to go to all that trouble after what happened."

"How is Mr. Mohamed responding to the artifacts being stolen?" Jonathan asks.

"He is very distraught and beside himself with worry. Speaking of him, he wants to see you and Jennifer down at the museum immediately. The police also want to ask you questions about the cameras you had installed."

Egyptian Museum 

A short time later Jonathan and Jennifer walk into the museum followed by Shani. The police are still investigating how the robbery took place. A policeman with the rank of lieutenant is questioning Mr. Mohamed who is boiling with rage.

"I tell you, lieutenant! I can't tell you anything about how the theft was committed!" He stops talking when he notices Jonathan and Jennifer walking over to them.

"You, you are to blame for this, Hart!" Mr. Mohamed yells at Jonathan. "It was your company that installed the cameras! How could a thing like this happen?! This will hurt our museum, and its reputation!"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Mohamed, but I'm afraid I can not tell you what happened yet."

"You can't tell me, and you call yourself a security expert?!!"

"Mr. Mohamed, you're being so cruel!" Shani exclaims, shocked by her employer's behavior toward Jonathan.

"Shani, if I want your opinion on my actions, I'll ask for it. So just shut up!"

Shani bursts into tears and goes running off toward her office as Jennifer looks after her, worrying about her state of mind. 

"Are you going to answer me or not?" Mohamed snaps.

"Just calm down," the officer tells him. "Losing your temper isn't going to recover the artifacts," he tells Mr. Mohamed, firmly. "You're Jonathan Hart?" he asks, turning to Jonathan.

"Yes, and I am afraid I can't tell you what went wrong. All my employees in research designed and tested this new kind of camera thoroughly before they were installed. I'm sorry this happened."

"Sorry is not good enough! I am going to sue you, Hart, if I don't recover my artifacts!"

"Mohamed, why don't you just go to your office or take the day off? You're not helping the investigation by losing your temper. And you should think carefully before you speak. I do think suing Mr. Hart is overreacting," the officer tells him, trying to be patient.

"Overreacting?!!! That is easy for you to say because they weren't your responsibility that were left in your care and now are stolen!" Mohamed gives Jonathan an angry glare before walking off in a huff.

"Mr. Hart, I can tell you one thing about the cameras installed that will give you a bit of a clue of how the thieves got away. Your cameras were smashed with a heavy and sharp instrument. Whoever cleaned the new exhibit out knew enough to dismantle them."

"You mean there is nothing left of them?" Jennifer asks.

"No, there is something left of them, but nothing that could be of any use that we can determine. However, it might be of some help in the investigation depending on the results of further inspection."

"When you're done examining the cameras for fingerprints could you let me have access to them?" Jonathan asks. "I would like to have one of my employees fly over here soon as possible to see if we can find any clues on the tape as to who is responsible for the artifacts being taken."

"Yes, I will. Now I have some questions for you."

Meanwhile, Mohamed is in his office with the door shut, pacing back and forth, nervously. He finally stops pacing and walks over to the drawer where he keeps the liquor. He takes out the bottle which is almost empty and pours himself a glass. He gulps it down before placing the glass on the desk. He picks up the receiver and dials a number. 

"I'll be able to get your money to you by tonight. Come by the office at ten o' clock. I'll be waiting for you with the cash." 

Jonathan is being questioned by the police officer. "And you have no idea why Mohamed holds you responsible?"

"As you can tell I am not his favorite person right now, but if I were you, I'd be more interested in Mohamed, lieutenant."

"I don't understand what you mean," the officer replies, giving Jonathan a questionable look.

"Lieutenant, ever since Jennifer and I arrived here a few days ago, he has been acting very suspicious. I wouldn't be surprised if he decided to steal the artifacts from his own museum to collect the insurance and sell them on the black market."

"What are you? Some kind of detective?"

"I think amateur sleuth would be the more accurate description."

"I think you have been watching too many detective shows and movies. To think Mohamed would come up with a scheme to steal from his own museum is absurd. He is a well- known citizen, and he has an honest reputation. He was born and raised in Egypt. He would no more steal from his family than he would his own museum," the lieutenant replies, in an outrage. "I have known the man for years, and I trust him like I would my own father."

"We're not trying to place the blame on him, but you have to admit he has been acting very strangely. You saw how you acted towards my husband," Jennifer says.

"Goodbye and good day, Mr. and Mrs. Hart. I shall contact you soon as we test the cameras for fingerprints. But if you and your wife ever think of investigating Mohamed, you better get yourself a lawyer. I will have you both arrested for interfering in a police investigation. Whatever you find on the tape, you hand over to us, and that is all!" the officer says, firmly. 

"But," Jennifer starts to say.

"We understand. Good day," Jonathan replies as he takes Jennifer's hand as they head out of the museum as the lieutenant looks after them.

"I can't believe he talked to you like that," Jennifer says in disbelief as they walk out of the entrance of the museum. 

"You can't really blame him. We are strangers here in this country, and he has known Mr. Mohamed a long time. We've only just met the man."

"I know, but he didn't have to be rude. You are CEO of Hart Industries, and it is your company that invented and installed those cameras."

"I guess he thinks since he is in the officer in charge of overseeing the investigation, it doesn't matter who I am. At least he is being thoughtful enough to let me have the camera."

"I just don't like him threatening us with jail when all we did was suggest he question Mohamed."

"Well, I guess Mohamed is right even if he is guilty. Hart Industries invented the camera for security purposes. It is my responsibility to see to it we find evidence to prove him guilty and the other parties involved. Let's get a taxi. I'm going to send a fax to Frank Radinski. I want him to fly down here on the company jet just soon as he can. While we're heading back to our hotel, we'll get a postcard for Max."

Just as Jonathan and Jennifer head toward the sidewalk, Mr. Mohamed is looking after the Harts through his office window with worry and fear on his face. He sighs and walks over to his desk. He opens a bottom drawer and takes out a pistol with a silencer. He picks up a box containing bullets and begins loading the gun with them. After loading the pistol, he carefully places the gun back into the drawer along with the box of bullets. He shuts the drawer and pours himself another drink as once again his hands begin trembling. 

 Fairmont Nile City Hotel

Jonathan and Jennifer find the business center of the hotel. Jonathan composes a fax as follows,"Frank,urgent you come to Cairo. Artifacts stolen last night. Call me at hotel after you get message. Miss Waring has hotel number."

Just as soon as Jonathan finishes writing the fax, he asks the assistant there, "Could you fax this immediately, please? It is an emergency."

The assistant takes the fax and gets ready to send it by telefax.

"Mr. Hart, do you want to wait for the confirmation that the fax went through or do you want me to send it to your room?"

"Send it to my room as soon as it is sent. Thank you." The assistant smiles at him and nods. 

 They head toward the elevators. Jonathan presses the elevator button, and they get on the elevator.

"At least we finally sent Max a postcard like he asked us to," Jennifer says. Jonathan nods.

"Darling, you can't blame yourself. At least now you and Frank can work together to find out if Mr. Mohamed is responsible or not."

"You're right. I just wish out of all the security cameras that could have been used, our latest state of the art camera wasn't the one chosen."

"I wonder if Mr. Mohamed shot the security guard or if one of his accomplices did his dirty work for him," Jennifer says.

"After what happened at the museum after we made our exit, I wouldn't put it pass Mohamed to have killed the guard himself. If a man becomes desperate and corrupt, there is no telling what he is capable of doing."

"I just feel so sorry for Shani. She is caught in the middle. Do you think we ought to tell her her boss could be a crook?" 

"After the hysterics she is suffering from, I think we better wait until we have solid evidence. I don't want to jeopardize your relationship with her especially after our pleasant exchange with the lieutenant."

"I'll say this much for Mohamed, if he is mixed up in the theft and murder, he is putting on a performance that could win him the Oscar for best actor," Jennifer says as the elevator doors open, and they get off on their floor.

"I wonder what his acceptance speech would be," Jonathan replies as they head toward their suite.

Fairmont Nile City Hotel Hour Later

Jonathan stands talking to Frank on the telephone in their hotel suite. 

"Frank, I'm glad you got back to me. We don't know how they got away with the artifacts. All we know is that they were stolen, and our cameras were obviously sabotaged. No, I don't know anything else. Unfortunately, the officer in charge of the investigation isn't being very cooperative. I'll explain later, but he will allow us to have the camera to look over once it gets dusted for fingerprints. Tell Miss Waring to call the airport, and tell them to have one of the company jets standing by. Just soon as you're packed, get on the jet and fly over here. Jennifer and I will meet you at the airport. All right. Goodbye." He hangs up the receiver. He walks over to Jennifer who is standing by the windows overlooking Cairo. "Frank is going to be taking off in Los Angeles in two hours," Jonathan tells her coming up behind her.

"Good," Jennifer says, turning to face her husband. "Do you think you have a chance of finding any clues?"

"I don't know. We won't be able to know for certain until we take a look on what's on that camera. Unless something else happens, that is our only way we have of catching Mohamed."

Suddenly there is a knock on the door. Jonathan and Jennifer walk over to the door. "Jonathan and Jennifer, could I come in please?" Shani asks.

"Of course," Jennifer says, unlocking the door and letting her in. "Shani, are you all right? I've been so worried about you."

"I apologize for running away like I did this morning. And Jonathan, I would like to apologize for Mr. Mohamed snapping at you like that. You're not to blame."

"You don't have to apologize for anything," Jennifer says, shutting the door as they walk into the room.

"Jennifer is right," Jonathan says as Shani takes a seat on a couch. "You've been under a lot of strain at the museum. Anyone with the amount of stress you've been through would have broken down eventually. Mohamed telling you to shut up was just the straw that broke the camel's back."

"I beg your pardon," Shani replies, confused.

"That is just a figure of speech," Jennifer explains, taking a seat beside her. "What Jonathan meant is that after what he said to you, you couldn't take anymore before you broke down and ran off."

"Oh, I see. I'm afraid I've got even more bad news. Mohamed fired me."

"What?!" Jennifer exclaims. "Why?" she asks, stunned.

"I don't know. Soon after you and Jonathan left, he burst into my office, and told me to pack my things. He told me I was fired, and he would mail me my last pay check."

"The nerve of that man!" Jennifer exclaims.

"I just don't understand it. Why fire me? You don't think he thinks I had anything to do with the artifacts being stolen, do you?"

Jonathan and Jennifer exchange looks, not sure how to answer her question. Shani looks at both of them, wondering why they are remaining silent.

"Is there something you're keeping from me? If so tell me. I want to help."

"Shani, there is no easy way for me to tell you this, but Jonathan and I think it is Mr. Mohamed that is behind the stolen treasures."

"No!" Shani exclaims rising from her seat. "Jennifer, Jonathan, you must be mistaken! Mr. Mohamed is not a crook or capable of any crime. I can't believe you think a man I have known and worked for twelve years now is a thief."

"We know we don't have any evidence, Shani," Jonathan says gently. "But out of all the people working at the musuem he has the most to gain if any exhibits were stolen. He could collect the insurance and sell some way through an underground connection."

"And he knows the layout of the museum and how to get into the place," Jennifer adds. "I know this is hard to believe. I didn't want to believe it either when Jonathan thought something could be going on with him. After he was acting so strangely and after what happened last night, I agree he appears to be behind the theft and attempted break-ins."

"You thought he was capable of committing any crime before all this even happened?!! I thought you were my friend, Jennifer!" Shani exclaims, shocked by what Jennifer and Jonathan had just told her.

"I am your friend, Shani, that is why we're telling you this," Jennifer says, desperately. 

"No, you're not. Jennifer, far as I am concerned our friendship is over. You and Jonathan might as well head back to the states. I can take care of myself," Shani replies, losing her temper as she storms toward the door.

"Shani, wait! Please listen!" Jennifer begs as she starts to head after her. Shani opens the door and walks out, shutting the door on her way. Tears stream down Jennifer's face. Jonathan walks over and puts his hand on her shoulder in an effort to comfort her.

"Oh, what have I done?" she asks as she lays her head on Jonathan's chest. He kisses her on the forehead.

"You haven't done anything, darling. She is just in a state of shock. She'll calm down."

"I hope so."

Jonathan embraces her as a look of sadness is still upon his wife's face. A look of pain is in his eyes as he feels for what Jennifer is going through.

Egyptian Museum That Night

Mr. Mohamed sits in his office drinking from another bottle of alcohol which is half full. He looks at his watch. Time reads 9:59 PM. His hands continue shaking as sweat comes across his face. He puts the glass down. A man comes into the room through the open door. He is a few years older. He has dark, gray hair.

"Drinking are we? Don't you know that too much booze will eventually catch up to you?" he asks with a sly smile.

"I didn't ask you here for a lecture on my drinking," Mohamed snaps as he takes another sip.

"That is apparent. Now, let's get down to business. Where's my money?"

Mr. Mohamed glares at him as he places the glass down. He reaches into the middle drawer and takes out a large envelope full of cash. He throws it to the other man who manages to catch it.

"No need for you to get testy, partner. Just handing it over would have been satisfactory. Now, when we do start smuggling the treasures out of the country?"

"We don't. I didn't hire you or your men to smuggle millions of dollars worth of ancient Egyptian artifacts out of the country. You were only a pawn in my scheme to collect the insurance and sell them to my underground contacts."

The man's face turns burning red with anger.

"What was that about getting testy?" Mohamed asks with a mischievous grin as he reaches into the bottom drawer and takes out the pistol which he keeps facedown on the floor.

"You used me to help you with this scheme! You know I risked my life and time in prison just to help you collect the money?!! I even killed that guard for you."

"You did, and I will appreciate all of what you and your men have done for me for long as I live."

"You won't get away with this! I have customers waiting to buy those treasures! Do you realize what you've done to my business?!"

"And you dared to call me stupid. Do you think I would risk years I have spent running this museum to put my life and reputation on the line by allowing you to smuggle them out of the country? I'll be damned if I let that happen," Mohamed replies, chuckling and laughing in amusement.

"You just wait until you get what's coming to you, Mohamed!" 

He starts to leave the room just as Mohamed points the gun at his head.

"I wouldn't be so sure of that if I were you."

"Are you out of your mind?!" he asks in a panic upon seeing the gun. "You can't shoot me without the police finding my body! No matter how hard you'll try, you'll never get away with killing me! What about the guards?"

"You're not the only one with brains. I sent them on a break for an hour. I told them I needed to be alone in the museum, and I would look after everything. The only guard is stationed in front of the building. I can sneak your body out back without anyone seeing me. I worked out a plan how to murder you without getting caught at the same time we were planning to pull the job."

"I'll make a deal with you! I'll let you have the money back if you just stay away from me!"

"No deal," Mohamed replies with a smile. The man begins shaking in fear of his life as he pulls the trigger. The gun goes off, and the man falls on his back.

"Too bad you got greedy. I might have never bothered to kill you," he says, still holding the pistol. He smiles. After a few seconds, he walks over to the dead man. "Now all I have to do is get rid of your body some place the police will never bother to look, and I'll collect both the insurance and millions for the artifacts," he says looking down at his body. He takes out a handkerchief from his pocket and wipes his fingerprints off the murder weapon carefully.

 Fairmont Nile City Hotel Next Morning

Jonathan and Jennifer are finishing getting dressed that morning in their bedroom of the suite when there is a knock at the door. Jonathan goes over to the door and opens it.

"Oh, lieutenant, come in," Jonathan says seeing the officer standing out in the corridor with one of the cameras that was smashed. The officer nods and walks in.

"Were there any fingerprints?" Jonathan asks.

"No. Whoever pulled this job is a mastermind criminal," he says, handing Jonathan the camera.

"Well, they certainly tried to destroy my camera," Jonathan replies in disappointment upon seeing the condition of the camera.

"Oh, darling, how is Frank ever going to look over the tape with the condition the camera is in?" Jennifer asks, walking over and seeing the camera with a look of astonishment at how badly it had been destroyed.

"That is one of that bright spots after what happened to this camera. The one thing the thieves didn't count on was this machine was invented to protect the film from being destroyed should anything happen to this gadget itself. Frank wants to see the damage done to the camera so hopefully our research team can invent something for our camera system to keep this kind of thing from happening again. He is going to take a look at it to see if there is still some way to look at the film through the camera. If there isn't a way, he is going to take the camera back to Hart Industries to see if there is a way the tape can be taken out."

"You can do whatever you like with the camera, Mr. Hart, but just remember what I told you yesterday. If you and your wife go poking your nose where it doesn't belong, you'll both regret it. I can guarantee you I will push hard to see to it you'll be here for a very long time," the officer says, strictly.

"Lieutenant, my husband is only trying to help the museum recover those artifacts. I would think you would be grateful for any outside help you could get," Jennifer says, getting impatient, but managing to compose herself. "And it is his company that installed that camera. I think you would be thankful he is trying to catch the criminals since they managed to get away without being detected."

"Mrs. Hart, when comes to catching criminals, only the police investigate the crimes here, and that is all I am going to say. Just you and your husband remember what I've said. No amount of power and money you have will keep you out of prison in our country," he says with annoyance. He gives the Harts a look before walking back toward the door.

"Oh, just so your mind will be put at ease, we happen to know who is responsible for stealing the treasures," the officer says, turning to face Jonathan and Jennifer. "One of the most well- known smugglers of ancient artifacts has been seen about Egypt for several weeks now. We thought he left the country after he and his accomplices were paroled last month. Some residents came forward and told us they saw him here in Cairo. There hasn't been a sign of him since last night, but I've got my men on the lookout."

"Could you ease our mind a little more by telling us his name?" Jonathan asks as the officer opens the door. The man ignores Jonathan and walks out, shutting the door behind him.

"That officer certainly is loaded with charm," Jennifer says sarcastically. "I wonder what grade he would get if he ever went to charm school."

"I don't think he would last a minute," Jonathan replies with a smile as he places the camera on a table.

"When is Frank going to get here?"

"Day after tomorrow."

"I wish I could mend fences with Shani. I feel terrible for pushing her over the edge even more," Jennifer says, sadly. "She really needs a friend during this time."

"Darling, it wasn't your fault. She asked what was going on, and you had no choice but to tell her the truth."

"I know. I just wish there was something more I could do," Jennifer says as Jonathan puts a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"I'm sure things will turn around, and everything will be fine between you and Shani again. Things have a way of working out especially for us," Jonathan tells his wife, gently. Jennifer smiles and hugs him as he puts his arms around her.

Hotel Lobby 

The officer is standing in the lobby talking to someone on a pay phone.

"Oh, and I would like to let you know that I just brought one of the cameras over to Jonathan Hart. He seems convinced there could be something on the tape to incriminate the men responsible for stealing the relics. If he starts bothering you, let me know. He and his wife are convinced you are behind the heist. Yes, I know it is ridiculous. But I don't think you have anything to worry about, Mohamed. I told them that if they interfered in this investigation, I would keep them here for a very long time. That is no problem. What are old friends for? I'll keep you informed." The officer hangs up the receiver and walks out of the hotel. 

Harts' Suite Minute Later

Jonathan and Jennifer are heading toward the door of their suite for more sightseeing when the telephone rings. Jonathan walks over to the telephone and picks up the receiver.

"Hello? This is Jonathan Hart. Oh, Dr. Deacon. It is a surprise hearing from you," Jonathan says as Jennifer walks over and stands by him. "Yes, Jennifer and I could meet you. Where do you have in mind? All right, we'll get a taxi, and we'll meet you there." He hangs up the receiver.

"Doctor Deacon want to see us about the stolen artifacts?" Jennifer asks.

"You guessed it."

"How did he sound?"

"He wasn’t angry, but he appeared very broken up about it. He wants us to meet him at El-Fishawy."

"Well, old Cairo here we come again," Jennifer says with a smile. Jonathan and Jennifer head toward the door and walk out of the hotel suite. After Jonathan locks the door, they head down the corridor. As they head toward an elevator, Mohamed peaks his head around a corner out of sight as he watches the Harts get onto an opening elevator. Just as the elevator closes, he heads toward the door of their suite. Looking around to make sure he isn't being watched, he takes out a sealed envelope from underneath his arm. He places it underneath the foot of the door. He smiles and walks away. 

El-Fishaway Cafe Minutes Later

Soon after Jonathan and Jennifer are seated at a table along with Doctor Deacon outside the cafe after they have ordered their teas and coffee.

"I'm sure you're very sorry to hear about the artifacts being stolen, Mrs. Hart," Doctor Deacon says.

"Yes, I am, Doctor Deacon, and please call us Jonathan and Jennifer. Shani and I went to college together years ago."

"Yes, I know. She mentioned it to me the other night at the opening.  Jonathan, I am sure since Hart Industries installed the camera and chose the Egyptian Museum as a test site, you are doing all you can to find out whoever is responsible for the treasures being taken."

"I am doing all I can. I could do more if the officer in charge was being cooperative and not threatening Jennifer and me for trying to investigate on our own."

"I don't understand. I would think he would be grateful to have any help he could get from you since it is your company that invented the camera."

"That is exactly what I told him, but he doesn't share your feelings of encouragement or enthusiasm for Jonathan's efforts," Jennifer says. 

"I'm afraid it is a complicated matter because Jennifer and I are sure we know who is responsible, but the lieutenant doesn't want to believe a word of it."

"Who?"

"The curator of the museum, Mr. Mohamed," Jonathan replies as the waiter brings them their drinks. Jennifer and the doctor thank him in Arabic as he places their drinks in front of them.

"I'm not at all surprised if he were involved," Dr. Deacon replies, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Well, I must say I am surprised to hear you say that, doctor," Jennifer replies. "Shani refuses to believe it either even after he fired her yesterday."

"He fired her for what?"

"He didn't say," Jonathan replies, taking a sip of his tea.

"Yes, he just told her to pack her things and get out without an explanation," Jennifer says, taking a sip of her tea.

"Mr. Mohamed appears to be a man of strange actions."

"I'm glad we're not the only ones who think so," Jennifer says in relief. "When we mentioned our suspicions to the lieutenant, he was ready to throw the book at us. He wouldn't even hear us out."

"I have some friends with the police here in Egypt. I'll get in touch with them and see what I can do.  After all you and Jonathan have done for the museum, I think you could use a friend here in Cairo."

"Thank you. Jonathan and I appreciate all the friends we could get here."

"Yes, if you can manage to get the pharaoh of the Egyptian police off our backs, Jennifer and I will be grateful for your help."

"The police can be very indifferent to foreigners I'm afraid," Doctor Deacon says.

"Jonathan and I know that from experiences," Jennifer says as they continue drinking their tea.

"Yes, sadly the police do not think much of people outside the force trying to help in their investigations which I feel is a shame. With all the responsibility they have on their shoulders all the time, I think they would be thankful to have someone with your expertise offering their assistance. So, Jonathan, is there anymore being done to unmask Mohamed as the one behind  the whole operation?"

"Yes, I have an employee from the research department on his way from Los Angeles to help look over the camera to see if there is a way we can look at the film. From the way they attempted to destroy it, there is no way to be certain if is in working condition."

"I'll testify to that. It looks like it was damaged pretty severely," Jennifer says.

"And if it there is no way the film can be viewed by the camera, than Frank is going to head back to Hart Industries to see what he and the rest of the staff can do to get the film out of the camera at least."

"Tell me what made you notice that Mohamed has been acting strangely?" Jennifer asks as she finishes her tea.

"For the same reasons you must suspect him of stealing from his own museum for his own profit. Being a friend of Shani's, I'm sure she told you and Jennifer all about Mohamed's mood swings and erratic  behavior."

"Yes, she told us the day we arrived when we stopped by," Jennifer says.

"I'm afraid I must be heading on my way now," Dr. Deacon replies as he finishes his coffee.

"Don't worry about the check. It is on us," Jonathan tells him.

"Are you sure? You and Jennifer are guests here in Egypt. It is the least I can do."

"Yes, we are sure. As a matter of fact we insist, don't we, darling?" Jonathan asks, turning to his wife.

"Yes, we do. You've been very gracious and helpful toward us, Dr. Deacon," Jennifer replies, shaking his hand. "It is the least we can do."

"You're both are very good people, and I just know you'll do your best to make me, the rest of my associates, and the people of Egypt proud in trying to relocate the stolen treasures of King Tut. I shall stop by the police on my way and put in a good word for you. It was nice talking to you. If I can be of anymore help, you can reach me at my hotel, Le Meriden. It is located on Al-Roda Island here in Cairo," the doctor says as he rises from his seat.

"I'll guarantee you we'll do our best, doctor," Jonathan says, shaking his hand. "Thank you for calling us."

"You're welcome, Jonathan. I shall call you tonight to let you know how it went with my contacts. Good day."

"Good day," Jennifer says as the doctor walks away, heading on his way out of the marketplace.

"At least we have one person who is acting friendly toward us," Jonathan says.

"Yes, I was beginning to think we had stepped on everyone's toes here," Jennifer says.

"Let's head back toward our hotel. I want to get a good look at that camera myself."

"I'm behind you all the way, darling. The sooner we find out who stole the treasures, the better. I am anxious just to put this all behind us and have ourselves a real holiday, if that is possible."

 Corridor of Fairmont Nile City Hotel Short Time Later

Jonathan and Jennifer get off the elevator on the top floor of the hotel soon after leaving the cafe. They head toward their suite. As Jonathan takes out the key to unlock the door, Jennifer notices the envelope under the door.

"Jonathan, look," Jennifer says, pointing to the envelope.  Jonathan looks down and sees what his wife is pointing at. He reaches down and picks up the envelope. They look over the front. Only Jonathan and Jennifer see who the envelope is addressed to. Scribbled in ink it is addressed to,"Jonathan Hart."

"I wonder who left you the envelope," Jennifer remarks.

"Whoever it is certainly addressed it to me in a hurry," Jonathan comments.

"Yes, the sender doesn't have impressive handwriting."

Jonathan looks around before tearing open the envelope. Once opening it, he finds a folded  sheet of paper contained inside. He takes the paper out and holds it so Jennifer can read the message.

"Jonathan and Jennifer, I have been doing some thinking about what you said about Mohamed being behind the artifacts stolen from the museum. I have also been doing some investigating of my own, and I think I have found something that points to him being involved. I apologize for lashing out at you earlier. What I have to show you is important, and I think we should meet someplace in private without anyone overhearing. I'll meet you at The Great Pyramids Of Giza. I'm leaving for the pyramids now. If I am late, wait for me. What I have for you is what you would call dynamite. Shani," Jennifer reads out loud.

"I don't like this," Jonathan replies with a look of mistrust on his face. "I think we're being setup. Out of all the places she could meet us in Cairo, why choose the The Great Pyramids of Giza? It doesn't make sense."

"No, it doesn't, but it looks like her handwriting," Jennifer says still looking over the message.

"It could be a forgery. All Mohamed would have to do is study Shani's handwriting and copy it. It doesn't take an expert to copy someone's signature or handwriting."

"What do you think we should do?" Jennifer asks looking at her husband with a look of wonder on her face.

"I think we should call Shani and see if she answers before we decide," Jonathan says, handing her the letter and envelope. "Do you have her number with you?"

"Yes, I have it here in my purse."

Jonathan unlocks the door. Leaving the door ajar, he walks into the room, heading toward the telephone on a table between the beds. Jennifer is right behind him as he picks up the receiver. 

"What is her number?" Jonathan asks as she takes out the piece of paper with her name and telephone number that Max wrote down weeks ago. He takes the paper and begins dialing  Shani's telephone number. He waits a few moments. After not receiving an answer, he hangs up the receiver.

"I'm going to call our friend, Dr. Deacon, to leave word that if we're not back here in a few hours where to look for us. If Mohamed or any of his accomplices are setting us up, at least someone will know where to find us." He picks up the telephone book in his reach and looks through it searching for the number of the hotel where the archeologist is staying. Once finding it, he dials the number. After a few seconds his call is answered by a female with a foreign accent. Speaking Arabic now, he tells her that he would like to leave a message for Doctor Deacon. He leaves word about where they are heading, and if he doesn't hear from them in a few hours to come look for them. The desk clerk says she will give the doctor the message just as soon as he returns to the hotel. Jonathan thanks her and hangs up the receiver.

"Well, let's go take a look at the pyramids," Jonathan says. Jennifer picks up her camera bag, and they head toward the door. 

"At least we're going to one of the places I had planned for us to visit," Jennifer comments as Jonathan holds the door open for her.

"If this turns out to be a trap, we're going to pay the lieutenant a visit," Jonathan replies as they walk out into the hall. He locks the door, and they walk toward the elevator. Lurking behind the corner, out of sight, once again Mohamed watches the Harts. After a few seconds, the elevator doors open. Jonathan and Jennifer get on. Jonathan press the button for the lobby. Once the doors close, and the Harts out of his sight, Mohamed walks over to another elevator and presses the button to go down. After waiting impatiently a few seconds, the doors open, and he gets on. He also presses the button for the lobby.

Hotel Lobby

Jonathan and Jennifer are heading toward the front entrance just as another elevator opens, and Mohamed steps off.  Keeping his distance and following them behind a few guests of the hotel in front of him, he sees the Harts get into a taxi and drive away. He opens the door and walks out, looking after the Harts with a big grin on his face. He sees a taxi approaching, and he heads toward the passenger door. A man hurries over to him and argues that he has been waiting on the taxi to take him to the airport. 

"Get another one," Mohamed snaps as he opens the door and gets into the backseat. In Arabic he tells the driver where he wants to go. The man, fuming with anger, watches as the vehicle drives off.

"What happened to common courtesy?" the tourist says in disgust in an Australian accent. 

Great Pyramids of Giza Minutes Later

Jonathan and Jennifer stand in front of a pyramid twenty minutes later. The Great Pyramids of Giza is located in the Giza pyramid complex which extends on the edge of the Western Desert. Jennifer is taking pictures with her camera as Jonathan looks around to see if he can spot Shani who they are expecting to show up. 

"I'm beginning to wonder if this was such a good idea," Jonathan says. 

"She did say she was on her way, and she told me over the telephone before we left Los Angeles she lives an hour away from the museum."

"I just suddenly feel like it was a mistake coming here."

"I think you are jumping to conclusions too soon. We just got here. Let's walk around, darling, and enjoy seeing the pyramids."

"Maybe you're right. I wasn't expecting to see so many sightseers. She wanted to meet us some place where we couldn't be overheard, and I wouldn't exactly call this private. Meeting inside a tomb would be more my idea of privacy," Jonathan replies as they continue walking around.

"I wonder what it would be like inside a tomb."

"Once and if Shani shows up, we can find out for ourselves."

"You can find out now, Mrs. Hart," Mohamed says, walking up to them from behind. Jonathan and Jennifer stop dead in their tracks upon seeing him with a look of fear on their faces.

"You wrote us that note?" Jennifer asks. 

"Just as I expected we were setup," Jonathan replies. "Mohamed, for someone trying to set a trap you certainly didn't pick an isolated place."

"If I had written the note asking you to meet me at The Valley Of The Kings, you would have gotten suspicious. I had to choose a place near the city."

"What are you planning on doing with us? What kind of people do you think we are that we could agree to walk into a tomb with someone we don't trust?" Jennifer asks.

"Stupid isn't one of our traits," Jonathan says. 

"I don't think so either, but carelessness is," Mohamed replies.

"Not that you would believe us, but we left word with Doctor Deacon where we would be if he didn't hear from us in a few hours."

"It won't matter. He'll never expect to find you dead inside a tomb."

"And just to satisfy my curiosity how are you going to kill us with all of these people around? You don't strike me as stupid either considering how well you covered your tracks so far."

"Is that kind lieutenant in on this with you?" Jennifer asks. 

"Don't make me laugh. He doesn't have enough guts to pull off a heist. He may not be known for his hospitality with foreigners, but he does have morals."

"I'm glad he does have something he can be proud of," Jonathan replies.

"Hart, you talk too much."

"Well, I'm sorry if that bothers you, but we're not going inside any tomb."

"Besides wouldn't you get lost in there after you killed us? Not that I ever been in one, but from the movies I have seen it looks like it would be an interesting experience," Jennifer remarks.

"I've been in so many tombs in my life, I could practically walk out of them blindfolded. Now, just start walking and act natural."

"Didn't you forget to say please?"

"Hart, I admire your taste in wives," Mohamed replies with a grin as he shows the Harts he has a gun in a pocket of his pants. "Now, just shut up and start walking!" Mohamed exclaims, losing his patience. Jonathan and Jennifer glance at each other, nervously.  They walk on ahead with Mohamed pointing the gun at the Harts' back. Jonathan and Jennifer glance behind occasionally at their captor. After a few more moments of just walking, Jonathan suddenly stops.

"What do you think you're doing?!" Mohamed exclaims angrily. 

"I don't know how to tell you this," Jonathan says pointing ahead. "But I do believe I see Doctor Deacon coming this way."

Knowing Jonathan is bluffing to get them out of this dilemma, she plays along. She looks up ahead.

"How about that darling," Jennifer says, pretending to be relieved as she puts her hands over her eyes, acting as if she is trying to see through the hot sun. Mohamed puts the gun down and tries to see up ahead. Jonathan jumps on him and tackles him to the ground. They struggle as Jonathan punches him hard in the face. Mohamed punches Jonathan just as hard as Jennifer watches with worry. She looks around trying to see if she can find something to knock their enemy out with. Mohamed is now gaining the upper hand in the fight. He punches Jonathan again, only this time to the point he is in pain. This doesn't discourage Jonathan from continuing trying to defeat him. As Jonathan throws more punches, Mohamed unexpectedly rises from his feet. Before Jonathan can manage another punch, he takes out the gun. 

"Give it up, Hart! You try to overtake me again, your wife will witness me killing you!" he orders, firmly."Mrs. Hart, get back with your husband NOW!!!" he shouts. She glances over at Jonathan who nods. Jennifer reluctantly walks back over to them and stands in front of Jonathan as they continue walking straight up ahead. After what seems like forever in the heat and sand, they reach a tomb. 

"Ok, you can stop here," Mohamed orders, quietly.

Jonathan and Jennifer stop walking, turning around to face him.

"Now we're going to take a trip into that tomb, and I don't want any talking from both of you." They shoot each other another look, and they nod in agreement. By now Jonathan and Jennifer are steaming hot from the heat.

"Wait, put your hands up and keep them up!" Mohamed suddenly orders. They do as they are told. He walks over to them and feels their pockets for any kind of weapon. "Open up your purse and camera bag now!"

Jennifer opens her purse and camera bag. After giving them a quick look, Mohamed is satisfied. 

"I'm glad you didn't bring any weapons."

"Considering we were expecting to meet Shani, we didn't exactly think we need to stop by and buy one on the way," Jonathan replies out of breath.

"Enough talk now! Let's get this over with!" Mohamed snaps. He walks over to the tomb with his gun still aimed at his captives, not turning his back on them. He watches them carefully as he touches a part of the tomb. Finally a door built of stone turns around.

"After you," Mohamed orders pointing to the entrance of the tomb. Jonathan and Jennifer sigh as they go inside.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, that this tomb is empty. There are never any tourists lurking around because this one is located in the isolated part of the complex. Only locals know about it. They won’t come anywhere near here because it is dangerous," Mohamed informs them with a smile. "You know how tourists are especially kids and teenagers. They can't resist checking out an ancient tomb if they think they are going to find a mummy."He chuckles as he touches the door lightly which shuts by itself before Jonathan and Jennifer's very eyes. They are trapped!

"Jonathan, what are we going to do?" Jennifer asks with fear and panic. "We are trapped!"

Jonathan and Jennifer glance around not able to see if there is a way out because it is too dark. Jonathan and Jennifer begin pounding with all their might and strength on the secret entrance. Sweat begins pouring down from their forehead as they are now burning up.

"HELP!!! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP US!!!" Jennifer yells.

"HELP!!! WE'RE TRAPPED!!!!" Jonathan yells. "HELP!!!"

Jennifer just happens to glance over and notice for the first time a dead body behind them on the ground, only inches away. It is the body of Mohamed's accomplice who he killed the night before in his office in the museum. His eyes are staring up at her. Jennifer screams upon seeing the body. Taken off guard and wondering what his wife is screaming about, he turns around.

"Darling, what is it?" he asks.

Unable to get the words out of her mouth because she is too terrified, she points down at the corpse.

"It's a body," Jennifer finally manages to say just as Jonathan notices the dead man. Jennifer buries her head in her husband's chest as he gently pats her on the shoulder and gives her a quick kiss on the forehead.

"Come on. We got to try to get out of here or we'll be buried alive here along with him," Jonathan replies. His words making her uneasy and even more terrified, she lifts her head up and turns around. Facing the entrance, the Harts once again are pleading for someone to help them.

"HELP!!! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP US!!!" Jennifer yells.

"HELP!!! WE'RE TRAPPED!!!!" Jonathan yells. "HELP!!!"

Jonathan and Jennifer continue yelling and screaming for help, determined not to give up until they are rescued!!!! 

TO BE CONTINUED..........................