Chapter 4

“Same place,” said the airman, grinning delightedly. “But I can get you there in no time, save you the Nile crossing and land you, I believe, within five hundred yards of the camp. Where’s your compartment? You have to run for your things or leave them on the train. It doesn’t matter much.” “It does,” I said. I turned to Petrie. “I’ll get your bag. Fix things with the attendant and meet me on the platform.” I rushed out of the dining car, observed in blank astonishment by every other occupant. Our compartment gaine…