‘And death shall come on soft wings to him that touches the tomb of the Pharaoh.’
The wings that retired Superintendent Lestrade comes on are those of a de Haviland
Hercules. The archaeologist Howard Carter has made the discovery of the century in
the Valley of the Kings but all around him, men are dying. Lord Carnarvon, careless
with his razor, falls prey to a mosquito bite. Alain le Clerk leaves the tomb in
a hurry to die alone in the desert. Aaron G String, the railway magnate, blows his
brains out yards from the tomb’s entrance.
And so it is that Sholto Lestrade flies East to solve a riddle every bit as impenetrable
as that of the Sphinx. People remark on the funny old gizeh, in his bowler and Donegal,
battling with the elements against sand, revolting Egyptians and the curse of the
‘A wildly entertaining narrative that takes in such diverse historical events as
riots in Cairo and, most aptly, Bolton Wanderers’ Cup Final appearance at Wembley.
M J Trow proves emphatically that crime and comedy can mix.’