I, for one, felt as though a dozen assassins were following our footsteps in the dark.

And all the time I had a sickening feeling that my uncle's death only foreshadowed a more terrible tragedy.

The guide's: "This ain't no accident; it's murder," kept running in my head, and much as I tried to drive the thought from me, a horrible suspicion came creeping to my mind that I knew who the murderer must be..