3-in-1: Zet and the Egyptian Mystery Cases by Peters Scott

Author:Peters, Scott [Peters, Scott]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Best Day Books For Young Readers
Published: 2013-12-26T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Khonsu Street

Delivering the bowl turned out to be harder than Zet had hoped. No one answered the door, despite his repeated banging. He was starting to grow worried, when a slim young girl detached from the crowd and approached at a fast walk.

She was dressed simply in a long, white dress, and her feet were bare. But she had the prettiest face Zet had ever seen.

"You are looking for someone?" she asked.

"The bowl. I mean, I'm bringing this bowl. To the house," Zet said. For some reason, his face was turning hot and he was having trouble getting his words out.

"I can take it," she said with a smirk.

"Who are you?" Zet asked, annoyed by her self-satisfied expression.

"I work here. That's who. And who are you?"

Zet drew himself up to his full height. "I own the stall that raffled this bowl off to the winner. And your owner won it. That's who."

If she was impressed, she didn't show it. "Then I shall give it to my owner. Hand it over." She held out her slender arms to receive it.

Zet stood there a moment, unsure why this pretty girl was so unsettling. Finally, still holding the bowl, he said, "Do you know anything about what's going on over there?"

"Of course," she scoffed. "Some box of jewelry was stolen, and the thief didn't like any of it, so they tossed it on the next street over."

"But the jewelry must have been worth something."

She shrugged her delicate shoulders. "I suppose so. Although I had a look just now and it was all terrible stuff. Big and clunky and really old-fashioned. Probably they realized they could never sell it."

"They could melt it down, though, couldn't they? And sell the gold?" Zet asked.

"I suppose. I hadn't thought of that."

"What's everyone saying about it over there?"

She laughed. "That it's the work of the demon army. That they were looking for scarabs to eat, and didn't find any. You should see some of them, I swear, they're terrified out of their minds. We're all cursed! You know, that sort of gibberish."

"And you don't believe it?"

She considered this a moment. "If you want my honest opinion, no. If a demon army had bothered to come here, to this street, I think we'd know about it."

Zet didn't bother to ask how they'd know. Instead, he said, "Then what is going on?"

Her face took on a focused look, as if she were trying to see something, or maybe put it all together. "Here's what I think. It's not just any scarab the thief wants. He's looking for one scarab in specific. Obviously, he's desperate to get it. He's taking a lot of risks, coming back to Khonsu Street again and again."

It was an interesting idea.

"But could one piece of jewelry be that important to someone?" he said.

She frowned at him. "Look, I don't feel like standing here arguing with you. Are you going to give me the bowl or not?"

He handed it over, thinking it a shame such a pretty girl could have such a sharp temper.

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