Nov 6th 1922
Tonight I can tell my diary everything. But only my diary. Mr Carter says we can’t tell people about the steps in the sand. He says they’re very important.
Today we found sixteen steps in the sand. Then we found a door. And the most important thing – the door wasn’t open, but had old Egyptian seals on it. Mr Carter went down the steps and looked at the seals very carefully for a long time. We all waited in the sand under the hot sun. Down in the dark, looking at that old Egyptian door, Mr Carter began to laugh.
‘They’re his seals,’ he called up to us. ‘Tutankhamun’s seals! I think it’s his tomb at last! Well done everybody!’
We all laughed and cried. It was very exciting! But after a time, Mr Carter said we must all be quiet. He doesn’t want newspaper men to hear about this and to come to the Valley of the Kings bringing lots of visitors.
‘First, I must tell Lord Carnarvon,’ said Mr Carter. ‘We can’t open the door without him. Put all the sand back and say nothing about this.
So we covered the door and all the steps under the sand again. And now we must wait for Lord Carnarvon. It’s going to take two weeks or more for him to come to Egypt by ship from England. How can we keep quiet for two weeks? It’s a good thing I’m far from my family. And that beautiful French artist Anne is far away now. I think she would like to hear all about this, too. Without them here, there’s nobody to talk to – nobody but you, my diary.