Search - The Deeds of the Disturber (Amelia Peabody, Bk 5)

As always, Elizabeth Peters keeps you guessing as to the villain and often surprises the reader in the end. Whew!! this book is another great one.

When the body of a might watchman is found sprawled in the shadow of a rare 19th-Dynasty mummy case, panic ensues. For no one doubts that the guard's untimely demise is the work of an ancient Egyptian curse. No one, that is, except that tart-tongued Victorian Egyptologist, Amelia Peabody, whose remarkable talent for criminal investigation has frustrated villians from London to Cairo.

Now fresh from her daring exploits in exotic Egypt, Amelia, her sexy archaeologist husband, Emerson, and their catastrophically precocious son, Ramses, have returned to their native England just in time to get wrapped in the intrigue. It's a mystery worthy of Amelia's superior sleuthing, but can she elude the vile clutches of the real perpetrator long enough to uncover his identity...or is she destined to wind up as his next victim?

Even though this book takes place in England instead of Egypt, it is still well written and enjoyable to read.

This is the fifth in the series of about 19 Amelie Peabody mysteries. Amelia and her Egyptologist husband have arrived home from season" of digging in Egypt. In 1890's England, with their incorrigible young son Ramses, Peabody and Emerson become embroiled in a plot involving the British Museum, a disappearing mummy, and a gang of criminals dealing in "antiquities" from Egypt. This is not your usual mystery, as it is written in 1890-style language of the indominable Peabody in her journal. Aside from being fun mysteries, these books are romances and views of family life of the era, and are very, very funny.

Amelia could make a mummy howl with frustration; it's no wonder that poor Emerson, cool and collected as he always claims to be, is destined to someday explode in an apopletic fit while talking logic to his hysterically funny helpmate. Ramses is the type of off-spring that parents admire but silently thank the gods that he doesn't belong to them. Be prepared to have your funny bone tickled.