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〃I did not He。 And I should like to lie at your side； the better to protect you。〃
She laughed softly。 Better escape now while it was still morally and physically possible。〃 Oh； but there is one other thing；〃 she said。 She went to the far northeast corner of the room； and opened the cabinet gramophone。 She cranked the thing； and looked at the RCA Victor records。 Verdi's Aida。〃 Ah； the very thing；〃 she said。 And no appalling picture on the front of the album to repel him。 She put the heavy； brittle black disk on the velvet turntable。 She set the arm in place。 And then turned to watch his face as the triumphal march from the opera began； a low； faraway chorus of lovely voices。
〃Oooh； but what is this magic！ The machine is making music！〃
〃Just wind and play。 And I shall sleep as mortal women do； dreaming； though real life has bee all I ever dreamed it would be。〃
She glanced back once to see him rocking to the music； his arms folded； his head bowed。 He was singing with it； very low； under his breath。 And even the simple sight of the white shirt stretched taut over his broad back and powerful arms sent the shivers through her。
AS MIDNIGHT struck； Elliott closed the notebook。
〃He had spent the evening reading Lawrence's translations through and through； and reexamining his dusty old biographies of the King called Ramses the Great； and the Queen known as Cleopatra。 There was nothing in these historical tomes that could not acmodate the assertions of the mummy's preposterous story。
A man who ruled Egypt for sixty years might damn well have been immortal。 And the reign of Cleopatra VI had been by any standards utterly remarkable。
But what intrigued him more than anything at the moment was a paragraph Lawrence had written in Latin and in Egyptian…the very last of his notes。 Elliott had had no trouble reading this。 He had kept his diary in Latin when he was in Oxford； and he had studied Egyptian for years along with Lawrence； and then on his own。
This was not a transcript of the material in Ramses' scrolls。 Rather the paragraph contained Lawrence's private ments on what he'd read。
〃Claims to have taken this elixir once and once only。 No further infusion was required。 Brewed the mix for Cleopatra； but felt it was unsafe to discard it。 Reluctant to take it into his body for fear of adverse results。 What if all chemicals in this tomb are properly tested？ What if there is some chemical here which has a rejuvenating effect upon the human body； and can substantially prolong life？〃
The two lines in Egyptian were incoherent。 They said something about magic； secrets； natural ingredients bined to wholly new effect。
So that is what Lawrence had believed； more or less。 And he had taken pains to conceal it in the ancient languages。 Now what did Elliott really believe about this situation？ Especially in light of Henry's story of the mummy ing to life？
It occurred to him again that he was playing a very dramatic little game； that belief is a word we seldom thoroughly examine。 For example； he had all his life〃 believed〃 in the teaching of the Church of England。 But he did not really for a moment expect to enter a Christian heaven when he died； and certainly not a Christian hell。 He would not have gambled one farthing on the existence of either。
One thing was most certain。 If he had actually seen the thing climb out of the coffin； as Henry claimed to have done； he would not be behaving like Henry。 A man of no imagination； that was Henry。 Perhaps the lack of imagination had always been the tragic flaw。 It occurred to him that Henry was a man who did not grasp the implications of things。
Far from running from this mystery； as Henry had chosen to do； Elliott had bee obsessed with it。 If only he had stayed longer in the Stratford house； been a little more clever。 He could have examined those alabaster jars； he could have taken one of the scrolls。 That poor little Rita would have settled for just about any explanation。
He wished he had tried。
He also wished that his son； Alex； were not suffering。 For that was the only unpleasant aspect of this entertaining mystery so far。
Alex had been calling Julie all day。 He was in a great state of alarm over the guest in Julie's house； whom he had only glimpsed through the conservatory doors…〃an enormous man； well； very tall； anyhow； with blue eyes。 Quite a 。。。 a good…looking fellow； but certainly too old to be courting Julie！〃
Then at eight this evening； there had e a call from one of those well…meaning friends who make a point of circulating rumours relentlessly。 Julie had been seen dancing at the Victoria Hotel with a handsome and imposing stranger。 Were not Alex and Julie engaged？ Alex was now beside himself with worry。
Though he had called Julie every hour upon the hour all afternoon； there had been no response from her。 Finally he had begged his father to intervene。 Could not Elliott get to the bottom of this？
Yes。 Elliott would get to the bottom of this。 In fact； Elliott felt curiously enlivened by this entire development。 Elliott felt almost young； daydreaming about Ramses the Great and his elixir hidden among poisons。
He rose now from his fortable chair by the fire； ignoring the familiar pain in his legs； and went to his desk to write a letter。
Dearest Julie；
It has e to my attention that you are entertaining a guest； a friend of your father's； I believe。 It would give me great pleasure to meet this gentleman。 Perhaps I can be of some service to you during his stay； and certainly would not wish to miss such an opportunity。
May I ask you to join us here tomorrow night for family dinner。。。
In a few moments he had finished this note。 He put it in an envelope； sealed it； and took it into the front hall； where he laid it in a silver tray for his man； Walter； to deliver in the morning。 Then he paused。 Of course it was what Alex wanted him to do。 But he knew that he was not doing it for Alex。 And he knew that if any such dinner took place that Alex might be hurt even more than he had been already。 On the other hand； the sooner Alex realized 。。。 He stopped。 He did not really know what it was that Alex was supposed to realize。 He knew only that he himself was inflamed with the mystery that was slowly unfolding before him。
He limped uneasily to the hook behind the stairs； removed his heavy serge cloak and then went out the side door of the house onto the street。 There were four motor cars parked there。
But the Lancia Theta with the electric starter was the only one he ever drove。 And a whole year had passed during which he had not enjoyed that extraordinary pleasure。
It delighted him now that he might take the thing out all alone； without having to consult a groom； a coachman； a valet or a chauffeur。 What a lovely development； that such a plex invention took one back to simplicity。
The worst of it was easing himself onto the front seat； but he managed it。 Then he pressed down on the starter pedal； gave it petrol and he was soon on horseback again； free； as he'd been when he was a young man； heading toward Mayfair