Sonnet of the Sphinx
A Poetic Death Mystery
Chapter 1
" 'Old King Tut was a wise old nut,' " Grace Hollister read aloud, selecting a sheet of music from the stack beside her. She was sitting Indian-style on the floor of Rogue's Gallery, surrounded by neatly sorted books and papers.
"Possibly a wise young nut. Though not wise enough to keep himself from getting clipped." As Peter Fox's mocking gaze met hers, Grace was reminded of a line by Thomas Moore: "Eyes of unholy blue."
"That's right; some scholars now believe Tutankhamen was murdered, don't they?" She studied the crimson-and-sand-colored illustration of a cigar-smoking pharaoh peeking out from behind a pyramid. This King Tut looked more like a Vegas mob boss than Egyptian royalty. Not that Grace had much experience with Vegas mob bosses -- or any mob bosses. Until recently she had led the life of a sheltered academic, teaching Romantic literature to the privileged young ladies of St. Anne's Academy for Girls in Los Angeles.
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