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JIM LANDS IN THE

N times of stress, Jim Dixon made faces. There was his stab-in-the-back face, inspired by departmental treachery. There was his Edith Sitwell face. designed to show intellectual disdain. There was his Eskimo face, and his Martian Invader face-of which he was particular- ly proud.

But madrigala deserved something special. With his back to the company, Dixon conducted a small experi ment. He rolled his eyes, distended his nostrils, and bared his teethWith a little work, it might turn into something really good. But what should he call it? Ho

WRONG

BEDROOM

ran through a few possibilities, and then grunted can and gets his face slapped

tentedly. The Mad Peasant face. He could hardly wait to show Atkinson.

Unobtrusively, he began ***

"It's ripering, he said. maturing in my mind. A good novel is like a good wine. It must be kept until it has reached a state of perfection."

a

the stomach, but his reply was drowned by a malo quartet which had begun to bellow at the other end of the room.

Dixon felt a desperate need for strong drink. There was a pub within half a mile, and an hour to go before closing time. Quietly he silpped into the hall, and out of the front door. With vi eyes, Bertrand's bulldog watched him go.

to sidle to the door, when a tick. She was Intelligent. She Bertrand patted his

Int.cy Bertrand winced as though voice called him back. "Mr was talkative. And she was waistcoal. "Oh, it isn't written someone had dug him hard in Dixon," said Mrs Welch, critical. Privately, Dixon classi- yet,"

ited her as 'deadly-bright." "would you be so kind, my

Margaret watched Bertrand's son would like some coffee." girl disappear. "She's rather

Dixon smiled hypocritical- pretty-in a way," she remark ly, and bobbed his head. ed. Dixon said nothing, waiting for the inevitable qualification. So that was who the It came right on schedule. "A

looks so bearded man was; Bertrand pity she

awkward," Welch, the pride and joy of said Margaret.

Dixon shrugged his shoulders his parents, and a pedigree and fled. Bertrand's coffee was phoney from head to toe, an excellent excuse,

Bertrand was holding court, He poured coffee into an earthenware mug Mrs His voice was a loud, arrogant bray, and his manner was Welch, was a staunch sup- thng of genius In a com- porter of arts and crafts- pany of cretins. Dixon hated and then looked up sharply, him on eight. Watching him was the girl who had accompanied Ber- trand.

LUCKY

JIM

บ

Dixon felt laughter rising within him like fizzy lemonade, He tried to convert it into cough, but failed. Helplessly, he to great guffawa surrendered

weak at the that mede

hin knees.

Bertrand regarded him coldly. we could share the "Perhaps joke," he suggested,

Dixon mapped his streaming eyes, suddenly. aware that one else was laughing. "I was

PHILIP OAKES continues the story of the film adapted from the novel by KINGSLEY AMIS

10

he

told

ANNIVERSARY STORY

Found After 3,000 Years

| Treasure-tomb discovery thrilled the world

¡HIRTY-FIVE years ago this month, the world was areological discovery of the century-the finding of the burial placo of the boy-king, Tutankhamen.

Howard Carter a 48-year-old Briton firat uncovered the entrance to the 3,000-year-old tomb on November 5,ˆ 1922. A famous Egyptologist, he had been excavating in the Valley of the Tombs of Kings, near Luxor, Upper Egypt, for 20 years.

In 1908, whon Lord

Carnarvon, an amateur firmed that beyond the door Egyptologist, obtained from was another passage. Ho the Egyptian government a was certain now that it led concession to excavate, Car- to the tomb of a person of ter was asked to super high rank, If not of the Intend operations. The con- king for whom he had cesalon was renewed annual searched so long.

ly,

Carter would like to hav When the 1922 digging pushed on with the work the season began, Lord Carnar- next day, But he felt it was

to wait for Lond

von's health prevented his only fair

Carnarvon to join him, To making the journey to prevent any possiblity of in- Luxor. Carter arrived terference, the archaeologist had there alone on October 28 the excavation completly filled with an uncanny conviction in that he could locate almost exactly the resting place of the one Pharaoh whose tomb might have been left comparatively undisturbed the site on November 23 by the afternoon of by the plunderers of old.

following day, the steps to the

Lord Canarvon arrived at and,

the

But even Carter was now-famous door had been un- dazed by the rapidity with covered once more and Tulank

bamen's scal found. which he made the dis- became obvious to the experie

covery.

But

He started his that plunderers had entered the native labourera digging at lomb about 10 to 15 years after

alte, partially cleared in the Lurial, previous excavations, near However, it was also to the tomb of Rameses VI. By November 3, a number of stone huts had been laid bare. These were removed, as were three feet of soll below them.

from the re-scaling of the door that the tomb had not been On Novern- completely rified. ber 25, the door was removed, disclosing a descending passage about seven feet high.

At last came Carter's great

day, the 20th, Thirty feel niong the passage, the searchers coma upon a second scaled doorWPF, with trembling hands, Carter tho made a tiny breach in

The following morning, Carter arrived at the site to find that work had stop ped. From the silence of his workmen, he realised corner of the door, and insert- ed into this iron testing-rod, something out of the or- The rod sild through to is full dignry had happened. They length, showing that whatever had uncovered a step cut lay in the darkness, beyond, the in the rock below tho en chamber was not filled with stones as had been the passage trance to Rameses' tomb.

they had just cleared.

foul

were

ne

KORUS

Tests for mado

with #1 candle. Then Carter punked the cundile through the break in the door and peered into the room be- yond. When his eyes grew on customed to the light, the do talls of to see

the chamber

alowly

WES took shape. Everywhere the glint of gold.

Excavations sumed feverishly and by It was not the beer, but the whisky in the beer, that did the

the afternoon of November damage. Bleary

possible and reeling, 6, it was Dixon sat in the shrubbery out- side the locked house, and wor.-

the top of a stairway. It was undoubtedly the dered how to get in.

trance to à-tomb; but there remained-the-awful possi- bility that it might be only an unfinished one...

110 estimated that his room

was the second to the right-on - the Aral door. There was 4 drainpipe and a roof to negotiate, but there was no other way.

Minutes later, with grimy hands and a bleeding shin, he stood Inside the darkened room. No one seemed to have heard

over

Ú

leaf."

en-

It seemed an eterrifly before Carter moved, "Can you ac anything?" asked Lord Canal- on. Yes, oh yea.." came the strained reply, “ derful things."

WO

The treasures found in that

Spurred on, however, by the discovery of a passage centuries-old

The

WES

an

Iter hair was glossy, her face smoolb, und her figure

Aladdin's cavo was full. Dixon goggled in

10 feet high and six feet were enough to fill a

small admiration. How on earth

Bim.

wide, the workmen speeded museum. There were three could котеопе like Bor.

Quickly Dixon began to un-

up their digging. Towards large gilt couches, their sides dress. His shirt was half way trand get a girl like that?

in the form. of moo she

his head, when from sunset, the upper part of a carved Nervously,

turned

sealed doorway

atrous animals, exquisitely in- "My away, and Dixon slopped advances slowly, I often wish began feebly.

work," said

Bertrand, thinking of something else," he behind him, came a startled, but

re- laki caskets, alabaster vases, delightful gasp, Wheeling round, venled.

strange black shrines, beaut! milk into the coffee. Every I'd chosen a less

nis fect skidded on the linoleum, exhausting Another blunder,

fully carved chalry and beds, a And helplessly, he thing depended on luck, he profession like prize-fighting, of himself.

aprawied

only decipherable golden inlaid throne and piles across the bed and mito the thought, and-luck-was-pre-whatever other people.de, -Unexpectedly, he was saved arms of Margaret Peel.

marks on the uncovered part of ornaments glistening with cisely what he lacked.

by Mrs Welch. "The telephone felt his hackles rise. Dixon

"Jim dear," she breathed, "is of the door were those of gold. "Bertrand's latest, I sup- "What is your work?" he asked. Mr Dixon," she said. "Will you

dining-room, this wise?" is ringing in the

the wellknown royal necro- said a voice at his suppose you academic fellows

Bertrand chuckled indulgently. answer it."

Dixon stared feverishly at her polis seal. pose,"

Had. Carter curlers and tried to get up. It elbow. "I wonder whero

few would despise

Dixon obeyed gratefully. The was no wt, Margaret held him known that only a 1. I'm

atmosphere around he picks up these little novelut,”

Bertrand tenderly but firmly, "You're inches lower down there

Yet the room was only Welch was growing arette.

trembling Uke numbers."

"Nothing wrong with a good

sho was a clear impression of antechamber. At the end of The second half of

the murmured Dixon suppressed a sigh. All novel," said Dixon,

Tutankhamen's musical evening had begun

seal,

he were two life-size black statuos day he had ovolded Margaret

Dixon nodded breathlessly. "It would have been This girl with dark hair when Dixon returned,

saved of kings, facing each other like she had Peel, but now

him pushed forward.

was a helluva' climb." "You'll like

Hector "It was Sir

gold Gore-

weeks of uncertainty, But sandalled, armed with maco and

sentinels, gold killed, cornered. Atkinson was right; Bertrand's," she

Margaret, stroked his face. said. "It's Urquhart's secretary," he bissed. You No terribly interesting-and signi Sir Hector Margarel was a menace.

darling," she poor

it was very dark and he de- staff, and with the protective can't come

this whispered, that she was unattractive, Her ficant. About a man who has evening."

"It WOS terribly cided to call it a day, leav. sacred cobra on their Lore legs were good; her thin, face this awful problem of whether

naughty of you.". Professor Welch laid down bis

Dixon had

ing his most trustworthy heads. Between these figures hysterical he's murdered someone er killed

struggled free, kind of

recorder. "Of course he's beller get back." he said.

men on guard,

was yet another scaled door- vivacity. But slic troubled himself.. It happens in his

way, Dixon like a bad conscience. subconscious, you see, ard he

coming. What on earth are you

"Back?" talking about?" he grumbled. "To my Weeks ago, she has confessed has to work it out."

By looking through room," said Welch Mrs

equally Dixon. "Thank goodness It was Dixon restrained the impulse irritated. to him that she had been led.

small peophole, ho had con- "Really, Mr Dixon, and clumsily, Dixon had offered to hoot with laughter.

only you. I might have picked en't the snapped. "You hould have Welch's.""" sympathy. Margaret

had walt to see it," he said gravely asked me to come to se phone." There was clamped on to him like a sheep "When will it be published?"

a shart electric Dixon retreated, · As face on pause, and then Dixon found angry scorlet. Bertand prodded himself on the floor, his foco him in the back. "What's all burning from a small hard hand. about Sir Hector?" he "Get out!" hissed Margaret. demanded.

"Get out before I scream!"

Dixon grabbed his clothes and

ภ

THE STEAM LAUNDRY

CO.

• In the dining-room de discenced a bettle of sharry brandy,

this

was

Dixon wheeled round furious-

own

decided, understand women.

"I'd

ly. Sir Hector Gore-Urquhart obeyed. He would never, he and I'm getting pretty tired of saying Slr Hector Gore- Urquhart can't come."

Bertrand Jutted out his beard. "Why?"

After what seemed like hours, he was in his own room. It was dimçult to find, but in looking for İt, Dixon had not wasted his "I don't know why," Dixon time. In the dining-room he had

bottle of hissed.

cherry "What all the fuss discovered a about, anyway? He's only brandy, And he and the bulldog coming down here to get him- had finished, it off between self made

into a Chancellor, them. Probably some crafty old cod who thinks there's something in it for himself."

Instantly, he knew that he had cald the

wrong thing. Bertrand tools the arm of the daric-hatred giri. "This," he said, "s Miss Christine Caling han. Sir. Hector: is her sancle.

"I'm I very

worry." beyan Dixon but Bortrand cut alm short.

The bed rose up to meet him. The celling skidded away at all angles, Dixon lay back and drunkenly lit e cigarette

One by one, the neighbouring lights went out, and Dixon siept. The cigarette drooped between his anger, and sild on to the blanket. The church "Clock struck midnight. And as spores reverberated round the BRAJE room, the cigarette smouldered "Furthermore,” he said, "Sir Ia merry way towards Mrs Hector is considering my book Welch's mattress, for publication,”

Allowed Dixon

himself a small, derisive grin. "Well," white chin meldt, “lint "doukin'k tako Buy Chin- long, /***

TOMORROW.

Chaos at the Installation

page Caramony

London am Barátce).

POCKET CARTOON,

by OSBERT, LANCASTER

“Unfortunately, in the present érfils, too many of our politicians are prepared to go to almost any length

to avoid the Premiership,”

magni- Beyond, in all the ficent panoply of death, Tulankhamen, the boy who had ascended to the Exrptian" throng about 1350 B.C. at the age of 12 and died only six years later, Politically unimportank, this young king had now bei come the best-known of all the Pharaohs.

Due to disagreemeeste with the Egyptian Government, the burial chamber was not un sealed until nearly three months later. Then, besides the dis covery of the mummy innermost of four beautiful shrines, a grent wealth of treasures was found in an ade jacent stone chamber,

In the

Three weeks after the open- ing of the burial chamber Lord Carnarvon was hirmsalt dead. A mosquito-bite bad, lodi. to blood poisoning..

Sensationallata seized the ODM portunity to recall the "Curse of the Pharnotä!--that ; ven». gence would be inflicted od anyone who passed the portais of Tutankhamen's tomb,

Castor protested: strongly against thiswo stories and called Hom "ridiculous." - - Certainly, the Curse of the Pharaohs" | did not affect him. He lived

another 17, TOREK,