Barbara Mertz is beloved as `Elizabeth Peters' and `Barbara Michaels'. She dreamed up the most compelling stories, series, and crafted them extremely well. Even when I thought the openers to "Vicky Bliss" and "Amelia Peabody" could hit the crux more quickly, their essential dynamics were enough to know I would be a fan. It has boded well that I'm no reader who stops at 100 pages, or an opening book. "Crocodile On The Sandbank" sat at a three-star plateau but "The Curse Of The Pharaohs", 1981, marched up to five. I loved it all the way along.
The introductory novel impressed me instantly with eloquent wit but stagnated. Above all, I found the villain and motive lame. Evelyn told a unique story but both romances occurred too late to uplift the story. Emerson was sour, which turns around in volume II. If he is terse, it is coupled with such humour that we don't mind; such as the admission that household staff who last a week, think nothing of him. Most often, he is presented as a courteous spouse who merely communicates as boldly as Amelia. Sweet nicknames make them a believable couple and we are additionally able to visualize them as parents. Their toddler, Walter `Ramses' is unconventional; with genius aptitude for speech, reading, and archaeology. They willingly put him first, because he is too young for Egypt but Emerson's ex-colleague seeks them after her husband died.
We reunite with some of the same workmen in Egypt and new personalities are worth meeting indeed! This time, there is a Baskerville manor with luxuries of home, allowing them to wash everyday and eat comfortably. As a reader recalling their previous sleeping bags inside empty tombs; I felt at ease on their behalf! Intrigue kept apace and there were interesting twists.