The following day, they were to arrive in Cairo to see the pyramids and the head of a sphinx at Giza.
“Nabil says we will reach Cairo later today,” Harry said, stowing the pistol in a trunk.“We can expect to find accommodations there.”
“A real bed?”Helen asked, her eyes betraying her dislike of the cots in which they had been sleeping for the past few nights, tents of mosquito netting protecting them from the biting insects.
Nabil chuckled.“Real beds,” he affirmed.“Good food.Ancient pyramids.”
Helen grinned.“I can hardly wait,” she said.“I look forward to whatever we discover.”
Glad to hear his daughter was amenable to what was to come, Harry took his son into his arms and hoisted him over his head.
Bradley giggled in delight.“You and your sister are the very best travelers,” he said, aiming an apologetic glance at his wife.
Stella merely shrugged.“I knew what to expect,” she said.
Helen studied her mother for a moment, realizing she spoke the truth.Even though Estelle Jones Tennison, Countess of Everly, was the daughter of a duke, she had spent most of her youth on an island in the Aegean Sea, far from the luxury of Mayfair.
Although Helen didn’t expect to miss the creature comforts of the Everly townhouse, she was looking forward to spending some nights in a building with real walls and a real bed.
She didn’t want her sleep interrupted by a hungry creature.
