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very well preserved.” Maura pulled wads of linen from the abdomen and placed them in a basin for later inspection. Staring into the hollowed-out torso, she said, “It’s as dry as leather in here. And there’s no odor of decay.”
    “So how will you figure out the cause of death?” asked Frost.
    “With no organs?”
    “I can’t. Not yet.”
    He looked at the CT scan on the light box. “What about the head? There’s no brain, either.”
    “The cranium’s intact. I didn’t see any fractures.”
    Jane stared at the corpse’s mouth, at the crude stitches sewing the lips together, and she winced at the thought of a needle piercing tender flesh.
I hope it was done after death and not before. Not when she could feel it.
Shuddering, she turned to look at the CT scan.
    “What’s this bright thing?” she said. “It looks like it’s in the mouth.”
    “There are two metallic densities in her mouth,” said Maura.
    “One appears to be a dental filling. But there’s also something in the oral cavity, something much larger. It may explain why her mouth was sewn shut—to secure that object in place.” She picked up scissors.
    The suture material was not mere thread, but dried leather, the strips rock-hard. Even after she’d cut through them, the lips adhered together as though permanently frozen in place, the mouth a tight slit that would have to be pried open.
    Maura introduced the tip of a hemostat between the lips, metal grating against teeth as she gently widened the opening. The jaw joint suddenly gave a shocking snap and Jane flinched as the mandible broke off. The lower jaw sagged open, revealing straight teeth that were so cosmetically perfect, any modern orthodontist would be proud to claim the alignment as his work.
    “Let’s see what this thing is in her mouth,” said Maura. Reaching in with the hemostat, she pulled out an oblong-shaped gold coin, which she set on the steel tray, where it landed with a soft clang. They all stared in astonishment.
    Jane suddenly burst out laughing. “Someone,” she said, “has a sick sense of humor.”
    Stamped on the gold were words in English:

I VISITED THE PYRAMIDS
C AIRO, E GYPT

    Maura turned over the object. On the reverse side were three engraved symbols: an owl, a hand, and a bent arm.
    “It’s a cartouche,” said Robinson. “A personal seal. They sell these souvenirs all over Egypt. Tell a jeweler your name, and he’ll translate it into hieroglyphs and engrave it right on the spot for you.”
    “What do these symbols mean?” asked Frost. “I see an owl. Is that like a sign of wisdom or something?”
    “No, these glyphs aren’t meant to be read as ideograms,” said Robinson.
    “What’s an ideogram?”
    “That’s a symbol that represents exactly what’s illustrated. For instance, a picture of a running man would mean the word
run.
Or two fighting men would mean the word
war.
”
    “And that’s not what these are?”
    “No, these symbols are phonograms. They represent sounds, like our own alphabet.”
    “So what does it say?”
    “This isn’t my area of expertise. Josephine can read it.” He turned to his colleague and suddenly frowned. “Are you feeling all right?”
    The young woman had gone as pale as any corpse that had ever been stretched out on the morgue table. She stared at the cartouche as though she saw some undreamed-of horror in those symbols.
    “Dr. Pulcillo?” said Frost.
    She glanced up sharply, as though startled to hear her name.
    “I’m fine,” she murmured.
    “What about these hieroglyphs?” Jane asked. “Can you read them?”
    Pulcillo’s gaze dropped back to the cartouche. “The owl—the owl is the equivalent of our
M
sound. And the little hand beneath it, that would sound like a
D.
”
    “And the arm?”
    Pulcillo swallowed. “It’s pronounced like a broad
A.
As in
car.
”
    “
M-D-Ah?
What kind of name is that?”
    Robinson said, “Something like
Medea,
maybe? That would be my