England to Egypt
The next few days were rotten for flying, with heavy rains or low clouds socking in Croydon of Lympne Aerodrome. Still, that gave everyone time to mind their affairs.
Officially, the travellers (Ralph Fulty, Cynthia Holloway, Major Storm,
Howard Lampton, Phil Webley, Francis Simmonds and imran Singh) had already left weeks earlier, bound for New York aboard the liner SS Arcadia. In reality, none had gone. And now Phil, Howard, Storm, and Francis were all gone, killed by the cultists or other depraved parties like Miles Shipley and his monstrous mother.
Detective Sergeant Darlington bid his comrades adieu, and passed along that Barrington had been unable to locate anyone matching Tewfik's description. Nor did Mr. Singh turn up. Prof. Fulty travelled to Ireland under a false name, there to book passage to America and his warm, cozy office at the University of Wisconsin in Milwaukee.
It was not unexpected, but try as he might, Alexander was unable to obtain the materials to make new passports and travel documents under assumed names for his new companions. He would have more luck in his accustomed stomping grounds of Cairo, assuredly.