Matson50-09-1262The Egyptian Amulet

Hello, Yukon 2.8209. Yes, this is Candy-Matson. Oh there, Candy. How's the one woman Scotland Yard? Okay, Inspector. If business was any better, you fellows could all retire on your big bat pungent.

Is Mallard at his office? Oh sure, I just left him there. He's working on a deal, but it's all right. A deal? Oh, I won't bother him then. That's all right. One last observed, he was But, perch neatly on the horns of a dilemma.

Ouch. Well, in that case, I'd better go in, Inspector. Right, or drop around anytime. I heal sound so much nicer than flat weed. Thank you, sir. Good morning, Lieutenant Mallard. Candy, for Pete's sake, I wish you'd knock when you'd come in here.

Why? Well, I might have been, uh... What, Mallard, dear? A sleep. Or something. Well, how did you run and pull up a chair and set a spell? I heard you were busy. You heard I was busy, so you barge right in?

I can always barge right out again, you know. No, no, no, stick around. I've done all I can for now. What have you got, a murder? In homicide, I'd be working on a purse snatching.

Mm-hmm. Here, take a look. Have I seen anything like that before? Nope. Looks like a small medallion of some kind. I don't think so. Here's I can figure it's the symbol of an order or a cult.

Do you recognize the characters on it? I always seem to have an Egyptian flavor. That was my thinking, too. However, I am not an Egyptologist. You can always take it over to the University of California?

Hmm, University of California. What's wrong with that? Well, it'd be like cutting off my own nose. I've got Stanford and six points in the big game. After what you see, I'll aid it to them.