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e hammer trip of his heart。
The creature devoured the butter； the eggs she crushed and scraped with her teeth from the shells。
Finally there was no more food。 Yet she remained there； on her knees。 She was staring at her outstretched hands。
The sun beat down on the little courtyard。 It gleamed on her dark hair。
In a daze； Elliott continued to watch。 He could not absorb what he was seeing or judge it。 The continuing shock of all he'd witnessed was too great。
Suddenly the creature turned and lay down on the paved ground。 She stretched out full length； crying as if into a soft pillow； her hand scratching at the hard…baked tiles。 Then she rolled over on her back into the full sunlight； free of the soft dancing green shadows from the small trees。
For a moment she stared up into the burning sky； and then her eyes appeared to roll up in her head。 Only a half…moon of
pale iris showed。
〃Ramses；〃 she whispered。 Her bosom moved faintly with her breathing。 But otherwise she lay still。
The Earl turned and reached for Malenka。 Leaning heavily on her； he struggled back towards the chair。 He could feel the dark…skinned woman trembling。 He settled down silently on the tapestried cushions； and rested his head against the high rounded chair back of prickly rattan。 This is all a nightmare； he thought。 But it was not a nightmare。 He had seen this creature raised from the dead。 He had seen her kill Henry。 What in God's name was he to do？
Malenka remained at his elbow； then went down slowly on her knees。 Her eyes were wide… and empty； her mouth agape。 She stared towards the garden。
Flies circled over Henry's face。 They swooped down on the remnants of the overturned meal。
〃There； there； nothing will harm you；〃 Elliott whispered。 The burning in his chest subsided very slowly。 He felt a dull warmth in his left hand。〃 She won't hurt you。 I promise you。〃 He moistened his dry lips with his tongue； then somehow managed to go on。〃 She is ill； and I must take care of her。 She will not harm you； you understand。〃
The Egyptian woman clutched at his wrist； her forehead against the arm of the chair。 After a long moment； she spoke。
〃No police；〃 she pleaded in a barely audible voice。〃 No English take my house。〃
〃No；〃 Elliott murmured。〃 No police。 We don't want the police。〃
He wanted to pat her head； but he could not bring himself to move。 He stared dully out into the sunlight； at the prone creature； her glossy black hair spread out in the sunlight； and at the dead man。
〃I take care of 。。。〃 the woman whispered。〃 I take my English away。 No police e。〃
Elliott didn't understand her。 What was she saying？ Then slowly it dawned on him。
〃You can do this？〃 he said under his breath。
〃Yes； I do this。 Friends e。 Take English away。〃
〃Yes； all right then。〃 He sighed and the pain in his chest intensified。 Tentatively he pushed his right hand into his pocket and brought out his money clip。 Barely able to move his left fingers； he took out two ten…pound notes。
〃For you；〃 he said。 He closed his eyes again； exhausted by the effort。 He felt the money taken from his hand。〃 But you must be careful。 You must tell no one what you saw。〃
〃I tell no one。 I take care of 。。。 This is my house。 My brother give。〃
〃Yes； I understand。 I shall be here only a little while。 That I promise you。 I shall take the woman with me。 But for now； you will be patient； and there'll be more money； much more。〃 Once again he looked at the money clip。 He peeled the notes off without counting and forced them into her hand。
Then he lay back again； and closed his eyes。 He heard her pad softly across the carpet。 Then her hand touched him again。
When he looked up he saw her draped in black； and she held another folded black robe in her hand。
〃You cover；〃 she whispered。 And with her eyes； she gestured to the courtyard。
〃I cover；〃 he whispered。 And closed his eyes again。〃 You cover！〃 he heard her say desperately。 And again he said that he would。
With great relief he heard her go out； and shut the door to the street。
In the long flowing Bedouin robes； Ramses walked through the museum； among the milling tourists； peering ahead through the dark glasses at the empty space at the end of the corridor where the display case had stood。 No sign that it had ever been there！ No broken glass； no splintered wood。 And the vial he had dropped。 Gone。
But where could she be！ What happened to her！ In anguish； he thought of the soldiers who'd surrounded him。 Had she fallen into their hands？
He walked on； turning the corner； eyes moving over the statues and the sarcophagi。 If he had known misery like this ever in all these centuries； he could not remember it now。 He had no right to be walking here with men and women； to be breathing the same air。
He could not think where to go or what to do。 If he did not discover something soon； he would go pletely mad。
Perhaps a quarter of an hour passed； maybe less。 Cover her； yes。 No； get her out of the garden before the men e。 She lay in the sun； stuporous； now and then murmuring in her sleep。
Gripping his walking stick； he rose to his feet。 There was feeling in his left leg again； and that meant there was pain。
He went into the bedroom。 A high old…fashioned Victorian bed stood against the far right wail； its white mosquito netting catching the flood of sunlight from the open blinds of the window。
A dressing table stood just to the left of the window。 And an armoire stood farther away in the left corner； its mirrored doors open； revealing a row of wool jackets and coats。
A small portable gramophone with a horn stood on the dressing table。 Beside it were a set of gramophone records in a cardboard case。〃 Learn English；〃 said the bold lettering。 There was another dance hall record。 An ashtray。 Several magazines and a half…full bottle of Scotch。
He could see a proper bathroom through a far door on the right side of the bed。 Copper tub there； towels。
He went the other direction； through a door into another chamber which formed the north wall of the courtyard； with all its blinds shut。 Here the dark beauty kept her tawdry dancing costumes and junk jewelry。 But one cabinet was bursting with frilly Western dresses as well。 There were Western shoes； and frilly umbrellas and a couple of impossible wide…brimmed hats。
But what good were these clothes when the wounded thing needed to be hidden from prying eyes？ He found the usual Moslem robes folded neatly on a bottom shelf。 So he could give her fresh covering…that is； if Malenka would allow him to buy these clothes。
He paused in the doorway to catch his breath。 He stared at the regal bed in the sunlight； the netting flowing down from a circular tester； much like a crown above。 The moment seemed trancelike； elastic。 Images of Henry's death flashed before his eyes。 Yet he felt nothing。 Nothing…except perhaps for a cold horror that took away the very will to live。
Will to live。 He had the vial in his pocket。 He had a few drops of the precious fluid！
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