Elizabeth Peters' unforgettable heroine Amelia Peabody makes her first appearance in this clever mystery. Amelia receives a rather large inheritance and decides to use it for travel. On her way through Rome to Egypt, she meets Evelyn Barton-Forbes, a young woman abandoned by her lover and left with no means of support. Amelia promptly takes Evelyn under her wing, insisting that the young lady accompany her to Egypt, where Amelia plans to indulge her passion for Egyptology. When Evelyn becomes the target of an aborted kidnapping and the focus of a series of suspicious accidents and mysterious visitations, Amelia becomes convinced of a plot to harm her young friend. Like any self-respecting sleuth, Amelia sets out to discover who is behind it all. --Coco Avondale
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Amelia Peabody is a force to be reckoned with, a female Indiana Jones of the late-19th century. Setting out on her travels in Crocodile on the Sandbank, aged 32, clutching her journal and parasol, she is determined to see the real Egypt. In Rome, she recruits Evelyn, a young aristocratic English girl who has been cruelly abandoned by her Italian lover, as a companion, and the pair sail up the Nile, into the middle of a dastardly plot. The second volume of Amelia's adventures, The Falcon at the Portal, takes place nearly three decades later, after she has married an archaeologist and their son has grown up. This time the adventure centres on fake artefacts, a mysterious murder and a series of unexplained accidents. All good ingredients for crime thrillers, and these two are gripping. (Kirkus UK)<br /><br />The period setting Miss Peters uses this time is to her advantage since she always was more then than now, and this follows in the intrepid footsteps of Miss Amelia Peabody (maiden lady) and the young woman (ex-maiden traduced) she salvages as they trip through the tombs of Egypt. With an archaeologist and some assorted others and a mummy who keeps appearing and disappearing. Here and there you might almost suspect that Miss Peters is twitting the category - in any case it's still loweroglyphics for those who barely read - anything better. --Kirkus Reviews