The doctor gazed at Poirot in astonishment.
"You're talking through your hat, Monsieur Poirot. Surely you've not been guyed into believing all that fool talk?"
"Absolute nonsense," muttered Willard angrily.
Poirot remained placidly immovable, blinking a little out of his green cat's eyes.
"So you do not believe it, monsieur le docteur?"
"No, sir, I do not," declared the doctor emphatically. "I am a scientific man, and I believe only what science teaches."
"Was there no science then in Ancient Egypt?" asked Poirot softly. He did not wait for a reply, and indeed Dr. Ames seemed rather at a loss for the moment. "No, no, do not answer me, but tell me this. What do the native workmen think?"
"I guess," said Dr. Ames, "that, where white folk lose their heads, natives aren't going to be far behind. I'll admit that they're getting what you might call scared—but they've no cause to be."
"I wonder," said Poirot non-committally.
Sir Guy leant forward.
