Mr. Alistair Hobb
Funded the dig to prove his own name belongs in a museum.
An excavation camp on the night of a great discovery
The tomb was sealed. So was his fate.
Four thousand years of silence, broken in a single afternoon. The tomb is opened, the plates are ruined, and by dinner the expedition's photographer is dead in his tent with a newly excavated amulet in his hand. The desert keeps the local police nine hours away.
The Pharaoh's Alibi plays in three acts with a dinner break the script plans for. Times below assume a 7pm start; every kit includes a version for a later table.
Guests are shown the objects from the antechamber. A catalogued amulet is missing, and the foreman's account of the seal changes twice.
The patron is found dead. A sandstorm forces everyone into the mess tent, where the drinking starts and the accusations do not stop.
The host reads the excavation diary aloud. What the diary leaves out is what convicts the guilty.
Six to 16 roles are written; the kit scales down by folding the smallest parts into the host. Each character arrives with a public face and a private problem.
Funded the dig to prove his own name belongs in a museum.
Would trade her reputation for one honest photograph.
Knows the valley better than the map does.
Keeps a diary of everything, including tonight.