Professor Loft stood, balanced precariously on a chair, upon a table, looking out of the attic window.
From his viewpoint he knew he was somewhere in Cairo, near The Museum of Antiquities, Craning his head he could just see the steps of St Geralds.
Even as he watched he could see a series of suspicious characters lingering there.
Perhaps they were not truly suspicious, it was indeed a renowned meeting point, but after the past few days his feelings of paranoia were high.
Two fiendish Orientals, could one be the nefarious Dr Wu?
Yes it's Clara, she is safe and free. Now he can make his escape.