Lestrade and the Kiss of Horus

<p><strong>Book sixteen in the <em>Inspector Lestrade</em> series.</strong></p><p> </p><p>'And death shall come on soft wings to him that touches the tomb of the Pharaoh …'</p><p> </p><p>The wings that retired Chief Superintendent Lestrade came on were those of a de Havilland Hercules named Olivia. The archaeologist Howard Carter had made the discovery of the century in the Valley of the Kings but all around him men were dying: Lord Carnarvon careless with his razor fell prey to a mosquito bite; Alain le Clerk left the tomb in a hurry to die alone in the desert; Aaron G. String the railway magnate blew his brains out yards from the tomb's entrance.</p><p> </p><p>And so it was that Sholto Lestrade flew East to solve a riddle every bit as impenetrable as that of the sphinx. People remarked on the funny old Gizeh in his bowler and Donegal battling the elements against sand revolting Egyptians and the Curse of the Pharaohs …</p><p> </p><p>But could he avoid the Kiss of Horus?</p>