My goodness, I believe that my life has become fodder for an adventure story! Perhaps I ought to give up on archaeology entirely—goodness knows it would be safer—and concentrate on writing novels about my experiences. Of course, in order to write a story, one must understand the mysteries that the reader does not. And therein lies the fundamental problem when it comes to such a change in profession: I have not a clue as to what has happened or why!
Perhaps a list is in order. I wonder if my jumbled thoughts can be ordered in any coherent fashion, though…
Points to consider:
- Ungodly shrieking conversation of the jackals. Is this natural? Is this some sort of omen? (Is this question valid at all or do I merely want to blame those hideous creatures because of the fright that they gave me?) ((Purchase ear plugs!!!))
- What can make a man stiff and immobile, yet not cause him to overbalance? Drugs would surely not produce such an effect—at least I cannot believe they would, from what little I know. Hypnotism, perhaps? I have never experienced it myself, but have been told by several friends that it does indeed work. Who am I to scoff at it?
- What kind of thief goes to all the trouble of sneaking into the encampment only to be so foolish as to cause a noise loud enough to wake the people around him? The answer: one who was hired to do the job by someone else, it would seem, and someone who was certainly no professional himself. It is possible that the thief acted alone, of course, but unlikely, I think.
I will take a little time to write Peter a note wishing him a swift recovery and assuring him that I will visit soon. Then I believe that a trip to the antiquities tent is in order. With all that has happened, I do not think that anyone has taken inventory of the damage. On that subject, I spoke with the Major this morning and told him that I would be more than willing to pay for the construction of an actual building to house the antiquities, but of course that will take time to construct. Money does not always buy rapidity here in India, much to my disappointment in this case. Soon, though, I hope that we will all be able to sleep without fearing another rude invasion.