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Yes you

re right. I don

t think it

s meant to be one of them but it is definitely Nectanebo.


Was there a Nectanebo the third?


Not to my knowledge. But then like I said earlier I

m not an Egyptologist.

Peter Dennis began typing in the search box.


Nectanebo did you say?


Yes.


Can you spell it.

Natalie called out the letters. He clicked on the links.


There

s nothing coming up for Nectanebo the third. There

s one and two.


Does it mention sarcophagi?


Just a moment.

Dennis scrolled down the page he

d opened.


Yes Nectanebo the first founded the 30
th
dynasty and ruled for eighteen years. He defeated a combined Greek and Persian attack and drove them out, was succeeded by his own son Teos who moved against Persia. In his absence Teos

son Tjahepimu declared his son King, who became Nectanebo the second. It doesn

t say where Nectanebo the first is buried. Ah this is interesting. Nectanebo the second fought with twenty thousand Greek mercenaries in his one hundred thousand strong army at Pelusium in 343BC against the Persians. He lost the battle and fled to Nubia. What happened to him after that is not known. His tomb was apparently destroyed by the Ptolemies, though which one is not known. Now the interesting bit. In the British museum in London is a black granite sarcophagus with the inscriptions for Nectanebo the second. It wasn

t used and was found in Alexandria. It was once known as

Alexander

s bath.

He was the last Egyptian to rule Egypt until General Neguib in 1952.


So who is this?

Natalie asked touching the cartouche,

Not another name for Alexander?


No I don

t think so,

Hutchinson replied.


And what the hell was this doing in Tunisia anyway?

Peter Dennis asked.


I don

t know,

the American said,

But i know one thing. This is not the final resting place of Alexander the great. The Germans must have heard of the

Alexander

s bath

story. I

m afraid they got it wrong.

Natalie could see the disappointment on his face.


I really don

t think this is it either Jim.

The Lynx helicopter screamed past them making them all whirl around it was so sudden and unexpected. Dennis saw the 20mm cannons mounted on either side. His gaze travelled up until he saw the bulk of Danilov filling the cockpit. The helicopter passed out over the sea, slowed, turned and came back towards them at a more leisurely pace. It came in over the stern of the

Volante

and hovered at two hundred feet and held. Then very slowly it descended to one hundred feet and held.


We should hide the sarcophagus!

George shouted.


Too late!

Hutchinson replied,

They

ve already seen it.

A voice crackled over the

Volante

s

loudspeaker system.


Research vessel Volante. You have in your possession something which doesn

t belong to you. Prepare to be boarded.

Ali picked up a walkie-talkie and adjusted the frequency.


Unidentified aircraft. You are in violation of international treaty laws. Your demands are unacceptable. Your actions could be misinterpreted as acts of piracy. The authorities have been alerted to your position. Do not attempt to board us.

There was no response. Then the Lynx dropped another fifty feet.


Volante prepare to be boarded.

Dennis saw the twin 20mm machine guns and expected Danilov to fire at any moment.


Unidentified aircraft this is the Captain of the research vessel Volante. I repeat my previous warning. You are in violation of international law. This is a deliberate attack on a civilian vessel. The authorities are alerted. Do not attempt to board this vessel. My crew are armed and will use deadly force. You must leave immediately.

The helicopter continued to hover menacingly, its guns trained. Dennis was gauging the distance between himself and Natalie and safety. He would have to grab her and run at least fifty metres to the nearest cover faster than bullets could fly. The odds weren

t good.


I say again. Do not attempt to board this ship. Leave immediately!

Ali shouted into the radio.

They all waited tensely. Then suddenly the Lynx dipped its nose and powered away. The downdraught making the

Volante

crew bring their hands up in front of their faces. Natalie

s hair streamed out behind her.


Are you all right?

Dennis asked her when the noise of the Lynx helicopter had gone.

She smiled at him. Then her smile vanished. A polite cough made them all turn around.

There were fifteen men dressed in black military fatigues forming a semi-circle facing the

Volante

crew. Each man was pointing a Heckler and Koch Mp5. In front of the fifteen stood a large man in a white suit with his head bowed and his hands clasped behind his back. No one could see his face as yet because of his large white Panama hat. But Dennis knew him.

One of the men took a few steps forward until he was level with the man in the white suit.


Nobody move,

he ordered,

Keep your hands where they can be seen.


What is the meaning of this

.?

Ali protested.

The white clad figure raised his right hand for attention. The head remained bowed for a few more moments then slowly looked up, sunlight glinting off the small round spectacles. Natalie felt a shudder run through her. She suddenly found herself clinging to Dennis.


Nobody move!

the man in black commanded again then stepped back in line with his comrades.


Who are you and what do you want?

Jim Hutchinson demanded. He started to move forward but the sub machine gun nearest him twitched. He found himself staring down its barrel.

The white dressed man approached the American and stood very close and stared straight into his eyes. Hutchinson suddenly felt very afraid. There seemed to be an aura of power emanating from the newcomer.


All in good time my friend.

The words were icy.


Now which one of you is Peter Dennis?

Hutchinson just stared back but a tiny whimper escaped Natalie

s lips as she hugged Dennis closer. The man in the white suit reached out, put a hand on Hutchinson

s shoulder and pushed him gently but firmly to one side. He walked slowly towards the journalist and stopped when he was near. Then he smiled a false smile and held out his hand for Dennis to shake.


So you lied to me before about your identity. Mr Dennis we meet at last.

Dennis looked down at the offered hand and then at the small Nazi party badge on the left breast pocket of the white suit and then into the man

s eyes.


Who are you and what do you want with me?


You really should have returned my calls,

the voice said quietly. The hand dropped to the man

s side.

Something in Dennis clicked.


It was you wasn

t it? On the phone in my office late one night. You refused to give me your name.


Yes it was. Very well. My name,

he boomed so the whole ship could hear him,

Is Otto Brest Von Werner. Count Otto Brest Von Werner. You may call me Herr Count if you wish. I have a castle in Bavaria owned by my family for generations. I am a collector of fine art and antiquities

.


Mercenary more like,

Hutchinson said,

I

ve heard of you.

He stopped and put his hands up as the nearest gun barrel was jammed into his ribs.


Do not interrupt me Mr Hutchinson.


You know my name.


Yes.

Again the smile, this time genuine.


I am a collector of fine art and antiquities as I said before. As was my grandfather.

Dennis turned his head slightly to one side, studying the man. It was starting to fall into place. The white suit, the Nazi party badge, the name.


I see you

re studying me in a new light Mr Dennis. You know who my grandfather was. Perhaps you would care to share with us.

Dennis nodded.


Dr Werner Von Brest.


Excellent,

Von Werner clapped,

That is correct. Dr Werner Von Brest. The finest archaeologist the world has ever known. I am privileged to follow in his footsteps.


The man who found the sarcophagus,

Natalie said to Dennis.


That is correct Miss

.?

Von Werner paused for her name.


Feltham. Natalie Feltham.


Miss Feltham.

Von Werner took her hand gently and brought it up to his lips to kiss like a gentlemen but she snatched it away before he could. This time his smile was real.


You do not need to fear me,

he whispered to her.

She shuddered. He was vile.

More of his men arrived. They had been searching the lower decks.


The ship is clean Herr Count,

their leader said,

There is no one else on board.


Very well. Radio Danilov and get him back here with the helicopter.


Yes Sir.

The man moved away and placed his finger on his ear piece to make the call.


None of you need fear me,

Von Werner

s voice boomed out over the ship again,

Or my men. We are merely professionals doing a job.

Now his eyes went to the sarcophagus for the first time. He went to it, his palms outstretched.


Ah it is beautiful is it not? This was my grandfather

s life

s work. To find the resting place of one of history

s most famous men and to know he almost succeeded.

Hutchinson scowled at Von Werner. This was the first time the German had even looked at it.


He

s not interested in it. It

s just a trophy to him.

The sound of the helicopter returning was getting louder. Von Werner reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small leather bound and very well used notebook. He flipped open the little popper that held it shut and thumbed through the pages until he found what he was looking for. He began to study the pages with the sarcophagus before him. Hutchinson craned his neck to see. Von Werner noticed out of the corner of his eye.

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