
It's 1926
A sponsored expedition to Cairo found something very interesting in the sands, Things were recovered , taged then moved. Moved to where? Could you be the ones to find out, Join me as we create a story together.
MOONS OVER CAIRO
Its history in the making
and so it begins
Professor Harold trimble
Deep in his studies at the university of Massachusettes, Boston. A letter Dated 02/08/26 arrives in the early post but it's late afternoon when he gets around to reading it.
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Professor Trimble popped his head around the door of the Sports Hall Office at the University of Massachusetts.
"Good morning Justin. I've just had a call about this find that John Coles has asked us to look into. It's all very mysterious - apparently he wants to unveil it in front of the Mayor and a load of hobnobs. He doesn't want to tell us anything about it yet."
Justin was in the process of oiling a fine willow cricket bat he'd just had imported from England. He was keen to introduce new sports to the University and since a postgraduate student from Cambridge had raved about the game when he was here during the last semester, Justin had decided to try it out. The student had moved on and had unselfishly left a copy of the rules for Justin to study.
Justin put the bat and oil to one side.
"That's interesting Professor, I must say I'm not surprised, from what you tell me about this chap Coles. He likes to make an entrance."
The Professor drummed his fingers on the door frame.
"Yes, I've been thinking about that. I think it would be pertinent to have a look in the newspapers to see if there's been any mention of where he's been recently - I know he travels a lot and the papers like to report on his activities. Would you mind checking the recent papers from New York to see if there's any mention of his exploits?" he asked.
Justin's face lit up. "Yes Professor, it would be a pleasure. I'll just finish up here and I'll let you know what I find."
The Professor thanked his colleague and returned to his rooms. He had some packing to do.
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"Good morning Justin. I've just had a call about this find that John Coles has asked us to look into. It's all very mysterious - apparently he wants to unveil it in front of the Mayor and a load of hobnobs. He doesn't want to tell us anything about it yet."
Justin was in the process of oiling a fine willow cricket bat he'd just had imported from England. He was keen to introduce new sports to the University and since a postgraduate student from Cambridge had raved about the game when he was here during the last semester, Justin had decided to try it out. The student had moved on and had unselfishly left a copy of the rules for Justin to study.
Justin put the bat and oil to one side.
"That's interesting Professor, I must say I'm not surprised, from what you tell me about this chap Coles. He likes to make an entrance."
The Professor drummed his fingers on the door frame.
"Yes, I've been thinking about that. I think it would be pertinent to have a look in the newspapers to see if there's been any mention of where he's been recently - I know he travels a lot and the papers like to report on his activities. Would you mind checking the recent papers from New York to see if there's any mention of his exploits?" he asked.
Justin's face lit up. "Yes Professor, it would be a pleasure. I'll just finish up here and I'll let you know what I find."
The Professor thanked his colleague and returned to his rooms. He had some packing to do.
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Professor Trimble agreed with Justin. When they arrived in New York, it would be good to get down to the research straight away. Like Justin, the Professor wasn't interested in the publicity.
The Professor was very happy with the information that Justin had dug up in the newspapers, and he sat at his desk mulling over the information, fiddling with his pipe (unlit – he never smoked it, it gave him something to do with his hands when he needed to think).
So old John Coles had been near the Valley of the Kings had he? Given Carnarvon's and Carter's discovery of Tutankhamun's tomb, no doubt Coles was hoping to find something similar. Perhaps he had, and this is what this grand ceremony would be all about. The Professor was more hopeful that perhaps some more interesting objects had been found that needed researching and explaining. As for the cats, the Professor dismissed them from his mind – Justin seemed intrigued by it, but the young always found these strange stories intriguing.
Justin popped his head around the door.
“Good afternoon Professor. I've packed my bags. The train leaves at 6:30 tomorrow morning. It takes about 10 hours to get to New York. The time should pass pretty quickly – the first class service is supposed to be top notch with three good meals on the way.”
“You're quite right Justin. I've traveled to New York a few times over the years and the train really is very comfortable. I'm sure we'll not want for anything.” replied the Professor.
“There's a cab picking us up at six. Do you need any help packing?” asked Justin.
“I'm ready to go. I'll pack a few books and papers this evening and instruct Jones to wake me at five. I'll see you in the morning.” said the Professor.
“Right you are – see you in the morning.” Justin said over his shoulder as he headed out of the room.
Jones , the Professors University help, duly woke him at five and the Professor and Justin arrived at the station in plenty of time to board the train at Boston's South Central Station. Within minutes of the train pulling out of the station, the Professor and Justin settled down to an extremely good breakfast. Now they were on their way, New York couldn't come quickly enough.
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The Professor was very happy with the information that Justin had dug up in the newspapers, and he sat at his desk mulling over the information, fiddling with his pipe (unlit – he never smoked it, it gave him something to do with his hands when he needed to think).
So old John Coles had been near the Valley of the Kings had he? Given Carnarvon's and Carter's discovery of Tutankhamun's tomb, no doubt Coles was hoping to find something similar. Perhaps he had, and this is what this grand ceremony would be all about. The Professor was more hopeful that perhaps some more interesting objects had been found that needed researching and explaining. As for the cats, the Professor dismissed them from his mind – Justin seemed intrigued by it, but the young always found these strange stories intriguing.
Justin popped his head around the door.
“Good afternoon Professor. I've packed my bags. The train leaves at 6:30 tomorrow morning. It takes about 10 hours to get to New York. The time should pass pretty quickly – the first class service is supposed to be top notch with three good meals on the way.”
“You're quite right Justin. I've traveled to New York a few times over the years and the train really is very comfortable. I'm sure we'll not want for anything.” replied the Professor.
“There's a cab picking us up at six. Do you need any help packing?” asked Justin.
“I'm ready to go. I'll pack a few books and papers this evening and instruct Jones to wake me at five. I'll see you in the morning.” said the Professor.
“Right you are – see you in the morning.” Justin said over his shoulder as he headed out of the room.
Jones , the Professors University help, duly woke him at five and the Professor and Justin arrived at the station in plenty of time to board the train at Boston's South Central Station. Within minutes of the train pulling out of the station, the Professor and Justin settled down to an extremely good breakfast. Now they were on their way, New York couldn't come quickly enough.
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School of Greek History
University of Massachusetts
Boston
4 August 1926
Karl Sappington
Columbian University
New York
Dear Mr Sappington,
Thank you for your letter dated 2 August.
I have long been an admirer of the work of John Coles. The finds he has unearthed and written about in the past have contributed enormously to the field of History. I am extremely intrigued about the find you allude to in your letter and am flattered to be invited to carry out some research with Mr Coles.
I barely had time to begin discussions with the Dean here, before he interrupted and insisted that I take a sabbatical and take the opportunity to work with John Coles. I humbly accept your invitation.
My fellow university colleague and friend, Justin Le Dunst ,will accompany me in the role of amanuensis and assistant. Le Dunst is a very able and practical chap who will be of great assistance.
We look forward to meeting with you on the 10th in New York.
Yours sincerely
Harold Trimble
P.S. If you have any details of the find, I may be able to carry out some initial research in the University Library's extensive collection before joining the train on the 10th.