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A windowless hideaway between the first and second floors was the "treasury." An officer flung open box after box of diamonds, rubies, emeralds and platinum brooches. "Like Woolworth's," said a correspondent, "except it's not glass."
It was the same at Montazah, Farouk's summer home. Beside the King's bed were six telephones, two radios and his field marshal's uniform. In Queen Narriman's boudoir lay her latest reading matter: Lady Chatterley's Lover and Arabian Nights in French. In Her Majesty's bathroom still hung her dainty white bathrobe, left behind in the rush.
"What are you going to do with all this stuff?" a newsman asked. " don't know," said the captain. "But it's Egypt's now."