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thing laid out on the bed。 Clearly he was paring the clothes with that of the men in the pictures。
〃Yes；〃 she said；〃 you should dress like that。〃
His eyes darted to the Archaeology Journal on the dressing table。 He picked it up and leafed through it； stopping at a full engraving of the great pyramid at Giza which contained also the Mena Hotel。 What in the world was he thinking？ He closed it。
〃RRRRR 。。。 kay 。。。 ology；〃 he said。 With the utter guile…lessness of a child； he smiled。
His eyes positively glittered as he looked at her。 There was a scant bit of hair on his massive chest。 She must get out of here now。
〃You dress； Ramses。 Like the pictures。 I'll help you later if you make any mistakes。〃
〃Very well； Julie Stratford；〃 he said in that paralyzingly perfect British accent。〃 I dress alone。 I have done this before。〃
Of course。 Slaves。 He had always had them； hadn't he？ Probably by the dozens。 Well； there was nothing to be done about it。 She could not start removing that robe with her own hands。 Her cheeks were burning。 She could feel it。 She hurried out； and quietly shut the door。
HENRY WAS now as drunk as he had ever been in his life。 He had finished the bottle of Scotch which he had taken without permission from Elliott； and the r'〃 ' brandy was going down like water。 But it did not help。
He was smoking one Egyptian cheroot after another； filling Daisy's flat with the pungent fragrance he had grown accustomed to in Cairo； And all it did was make him think of Malenka； and how he wished he was with Malenka； though he also wished he had never set foot in Egypt； that he had never entered that chamber in the side of the mountain where his uncle Lawrence had been poring over a stack of ancient scrolls。
That thing had been alive！ That thing had seen him slip the poison into Lawrence's cup。 No mistaking now the memory of those eyes open under the bandages； no mistaking that the thing had e out of its coffin in Julie's house and clamped its filthy hand on his neck。
No one understood the danger he was in。 No one understood because no one knew the thing's motive！ Never mind the reason for its filthy existence！ The thing knew what he had done。 And that Reginald Ramsey…though he could not entirely associate the man with the filthy creature that had tried to strangle him… he knew intellectually they were one and the same。 Would the man disappear into the rotted linen bandages again when it came to get him？
God！ He shuddered all over。 He heard Daisy say something；
and when he looked up he saw her standing by the mantel shelf； posing； as it were； in her corset and silk stockings； her breasts pouring over the lace cups of the corset； her blond ringlets tumbling onto her shoulders。 Ought to be quite something to look at； to touch。 It meant nothing。
〃And you're telling me a bloomin' mummy came right out of the mummy case and put its bloomin' hands around your throat！ And you're telling me it's got on a bloomin' robe and slippers and is walking around the bloomin1 house！〃
Go away； Daisy。 In his mind's eye； he saw himself taking the knife out of his pocket； the knife with which he'd killed Sharpies； and he saw himself stabbing Daisy with it； in the throat。
The bell sounded。 She wasn't going to the door in that getup； was she？ Perfect idiot。 What the devil did he care！ The door。 He shrank back in the chair； fumbling in his pocket for the knife。
Flowers。 She came back with a big bouquet of flowers； babbling about an admirer。 He slumped back in the chair。 What was she doing？ Staring at him like that？
〃I need a pistol；〃 he said without looking at her。〃 Surely one of your guttersnipe friends can get me a pistol？〃
〃I'll have nothing to do with it！〃
〃You'll do as I tell you！〃 he said。 If only she knew； he had killed two men。 He had almost killed a woman。 Almost。 And the thing was； he would have liked to hurt Daisy； he would have liked to see the expression on her face when the knife went into her throat。〃 Now get on the telephone；〃 he said to her。〃 Call that worthless brother of yours。 I need a pistol small enough to keep under my coat。〃
Was she going to cry？
〃Do as I tell you；〃 he said。〃 Now； I'm going to my club to get some of my clothing。 If anyone calls here for me； you're to say I'm staying there； do you hear？〃
〃You're in no condition to go anywhere！〃
He struggled out of the chair； and towards the door。 The floor was tilting。 He steadied himself on the frame。 For a long moment he rested his forehead against it。 He could not remember a time when he wasn't tired； desperate； angry。 He looked back at her。
〃If I e back here and you haven't done what I said 。。。〃
〃I'll do it；〃 she whimpered。 She threw the flowers down and folded her arms and turned her back to him and bowed her head。
Some instinct； upon which he had always relied without question； told him to temper it now。 This was the moment to appear gentle； almost affectionate； though the very sight of her bent back infuriated him； though her sobs made him grit his teeth。
〃You like this flat well enough； don't you； darling？〃 he said。〃 And you like the champagne you're drinking and the furs you're wearing。 And you'll like the motor car well enough as soon as I get it。 But what I need right now is a little loyalty and time。〃
He saw her nod。 She was turning around to e to him。 He went down the hall and out the door。
Henry's trunk had just been taken away。
Julie stood at the window watching the awkward； noisy German motorcar move out of sight down the street。 In her heart of hearts； she did not know what to do about Henry。
To call the authorities at this point was unthinkable。 Not only was there no explainable witness to what Henry had done； but the thought of wounding Randolph was more than Julie could bear。
Randolph was innocent。 She knew it instinctively。 And she knew as well that knowledge of Henry's guilt would be the final blow for Randolph。 She would lose her uncle as she had lost her father。 And though her uncle had never been the man her father was； he was her flesh and blood； and she loved him very much。
Dimly； she remembered Henry's words to her this morning。〃 We are all you have。〃 She found herself paralysed with hurt； on the verge of tears again。
A footstep on the stairs interrupted her。 She turned。 And she saw the one person in the world who could sweep away this burden； even for a little while。
She had dressed very carefully for this moment。 Telling herself that everything she did was an education for her honoured guest； she had chosen the most exquisite suit she owned； her best black…brimmed hat with silk flowers； and gloves； of course； all this to acquaint him with the fashions of the time。
But she had also wanted to look beautiful for him； And she knew that the burgundy wool flattered her。 Her heart was knocking again as she saw him e down the stairs。
In fact； her breath left her altogether as he stepped into the front hall and looked down at her； ing perilously close to her as if he meant to kiss her。
She did no