The Empress Holds The Key Jack Rogan Mysteries Book 2 Gabriel Farago

‘I suppose Cramer just couldn’t help himself. He’s used to investigating infidelities.
You never know, the pictures could come in useful one day ...’
‘Perhaps. But not now. Have you spoken to Farim?’ Newman asked, changing the
subject.
‘Yes, he was obviously pleased with your decision. He’s making arrangements for the
first delivery straight away. It should only be a matter of a week or so.’
‘Good. The sooner we know where we stand, the better. Now, let’s get some sleep,
shall we? It has been a long day.’ Newman walked to the front door with Horst.
‘Why did you change your mind?’ Horst asked, stepping outside into the cool night.
‘What did Farim tell you? If I’m going to be dealing with him, I think I should know.’
Newman looked at his son. Horst was right; sooner or later he had to know. This was as
good a time as any.
‘What I am about to tell you will remain strictly between us, is that clear? That means
not even telling your brother.’
‘Absolutely, you can rely on me.’ Horst would have gladly crawled over broken glass
for an opportunity to be taken into his father’s confidence.
‘Farim offered me something I’ve been searching for ... for a long time.’
‘What?’
‘Information about a warrior-monk, one of the Knights Templar,’ Newman explained.
‘What information?’
‘Proof that the Templars travelled through Egypt in the fourteenth century.’
‘Are you serious? What kind of proof?’
‘A dagger found in Egypt, which once belonged to the knight ... and something else ...’
‘You changed your mind because of an old dagger?’ interrupted Horst, shaking his
head. ‘Why?’
‘Because ... of a quest begun a long time ago ... and a pact made between friends. There
is more, a lot more ...’ Newman started to explain but quickly checked himself. ‘I’ll tell
you about it another time. Good night, Horst,’ Newman replied curtly and closed the
door.
Newman returned to his study and looked at the photograph of the young officer standing