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he respond； looking away from her and towards the front windows。 Then placing his arm very lightly on her shoulder； he guided her with him to the front of the house。
What a gentleman he was； what a strange courtly being。 He peered out through the lace at what must surely have been a shocking spectacle…an Italian roadster idling； with two young men in the front seat； both of them waving at a young lady who was walking on the pavement opposite。 The driver sounded the horn； a nasty loud thing； and it gave Ramses a bad start。 But he continued to look at the rumbling； backfiring open car； not with fear； but with curiosity。 As the thing began to move； and then lurched down the street； his curiosity gave way to utter astonishment。
〃Motorcar；〃 she said。〃 It runs on gasoline。 It is a machine。 An invention。〃
〃Motor car！〃 He moved immediately to the front door； and opened it。
〃No； you must e； get properly dressed；〃 she said。〃 Vestments； proper vestments。〃
〃Shirt； tie； trousers； shoes；〃 he said。
She laughed。 He made a gesture for her to wait。 She watched as he went into the Egyptian room； and studied the long line of alabaster jars。 He selected one； and turned it to reveal a small hidden partment at the base； which was now opened。 Out of this he took several gold coins。 He brought these to her。
〃Vestments；〃 he said。
She studied them only a second or two in the light from the windows。 More of the flawless Cleopatra coins。
〃Oh； no；〃 she said；〃 these are worth far too much for us to spend them。 Put them away。 You are my guest here。 I shall take care of everything。〃
She took him by the hand and led him up the stairs。 Once again； he studied everything about him。 Only this time he paused to examine the porcelain whatnots on the shelf。 He stopped beneath her father's portrait in the upstairs hall。
〃Lawrence；〃 he said。 Then； looking intently at her：〃 Henry？ Where is Henry？〃
〃I shall take care of Henry；〃 she said。〃 Time and the courts of law 。。。 judicium 。。。 justice shall take care of Henry。〃
He indicated he was not satisfied with this answer。 He drew the paring knife out of his pocket and ran his thumb along the blade。〃 I； Ramses； shall kill Henry。〃
〃No！〃 Her hands flew to her lips。〃 No。 Justice。 Law！〃 she said。〃 We are a people of courts and laws。 When the time es 。。。〃 But she broke down。 She could say no more。 The tears welled in her eyes。 It was hitting her again。 Henry robbed Father of this triumph； this mystery； this very moment。〃 No；〃 she said as he tried to steady her。 He put his hand on his chest。〃 I； Ramses； am justice；〃 he said。〃 King； court； justice。〃
She sniffled； trying to stop her tears。 She wiped at her lips with the back of her hand。
〃You're a very fast learner of words；〃 she said；〃 but you cannot kill Henry。 I cannot live if you kill Henry。〃
Suddenly he took her face in his hands； and forcing her to him； he kissed her。 It was brief； yet absolutely devastating。 She reeled； and turned her back on him。
Quickly； she walked to the end of the hall and opened her father's door。 She did not turn around and look at him again as she took the clothing out of the wardrobe。 She laid out the shirt； the trousers； the belt。 Socks； shoes。 She pointed to the pictures on the wall； all the old photographs her father had treasured of himself and Elliott and Randolph and other cronies； from Oxford days to the present。 The coat； she'd forgotten the coat。 She dragged that out too and laid it down on the bed。
Then and only then did she look up。 He stood in the door； watching her。 The robe was open now to his waist； surely there was something profoundly primitive in the way he stood there； arms folded； feet apart； yet it seemed at the moment the very height of decorous sophistication。
He moved into the room now； surveying it with the same curiosity with which he approached everything else。 He saw the photographs of her father； along with Randolph and Elliott at Oxford。 He turned to look at the clothing 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 not step back。
He had done well with her father's wardrobe。 Dark socks and shoes perfect。 Shirt buttoned properly。 Silk tie knotted rather eccentrically but quite beautiful。 Even the cuff links were properly done。 In fact； he was disturbingly handsome in the silk waistcoat； sleek black frock coat and gray wool flannel trousers he wore。 Only the cashmere scarf was all wrong。 He had tied it as a sash about his waist as an old…fashioned soldier might have done。
〃May I？〃 she asked as she removed it； and then slipped it over his head and around his neck； inside the coat。 She smoothed it carefully； trying not to be overpowered by him； by his blue eyes looking down at her intently； and that strange philosophical smile。
Now came the big adventure。 They were going out together。 She was going to show Ramses the Great the twentieth century。 This was the most exciting moment she had ever known。
He caught her hand as she opened the door。 He drew her to him swiftly。 Again； it was as if he were go