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In the last years, he lectured only now and then He could not interest the new students in this mystery, even when he showed the papyrus, the vase, the tablets After all, these items did not fit anywhere really, they were of no definable period And the caves, could anyone have found them now?

But she had been loyal, his patron She'd bought him this house in Rio, created a trust for hihter when he died Her hter's education, for so e that they lived in such comfort It was as if he had been successful after all

"Call her," he said again He was becoraphs After all, his daughter had notdown at the pictures, at the figures of the twins

"All right, Father " She left him with his book

It was late afternoon the next day when his daughter ca like a child He opened his eyes as his daughter squeezed his hand

"I knohat they did to thee what they did "

His daughter tried to quiet him She told him that she had called the woman The woman was on her way

"She wasn't in Bangkok, Daddy She's oon But I reached her there, and she was so glad to hear from you She said she'd leave within a few hours She wants to know about the dreams "

He was so happy She was co He closed his eyes and turned his head into the pillow "The dreaain, after dark," he whispered "The whole tragedy will start again "

"Daddy, rest," she said "Until she comes "

Sohter ca for her instructions He had the dull, half-lidded stare of dead people His pencil was lying on the coverlet, and there was a piece of paper-the flyleaf of his precious book-cruht hand

She didn't cry For aShe remembered the cave in Palestine, the lantern "Do you see? The tomen?"

Gently, she closed his eyes, and kissed his forehead He'd written soers and removed the paper and read the feords he'd scrawled in his uneven spidery hand:

"IN THE JUNGLES-WALKING "

What could it mean?