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He caught her hand as she opened the door。 He drew her to him swiftly。 Again； it was as if he were going to kiss her； and her excitement turned suddenly to fear。
He felt it； he stopped； holding her hand a little more loosely； a little more gently。 And then he bent and kissed it reverently。 And gave her a very mischievous little smile。
How in God's name was she going to resist him！
〃e； let's go。 The world waits！〃 she said。 There was a hansom ing along right now。 She waved quickly； and men gave him a little tug。
He had stopped。 He was looking up and down the broad expanse of street at all the many houses with their iron railings and massive doors； and lace curtains； and the chimney pots smoking above。
How vital； how passionate； how full of sheer lust for it all he appeared。 With a spring in his step he came after her； and climbed into the back of the little cab。
It occurred to her that never in her life had she seen even a smattering of that passion in her beloved Alex。 It made her sad for an instant； not because she was really thinking about Alex； but because she had the first inkling of how her old world was fading； of how things were never； never going to be the same。
Samir's office at the British Museum was small； packed with books； and overcrowded perhaps by the large desk and the two leather chairs。 But Elliott found it fortable enough。 And thank God the little coal fire kept it very warm。
〃Well； I'm not sure that I can tell you that much；〃 Samir said。〃 Lawrence had only translated a fragment： the Pharaoh claimed to be immortal。 He had roamed the world； it seems； since the end of his official reign。 He'd lived among peoples the ancient Egyptians didn't know existed。 He claimed to have been in Athens for two centuries； to have lived in Rome。 Finally he retreated to a tomb from which only the royal families of Egypt could call him。 Certain priests knew the secret。 It had bee a legend by Cleopatra's time。 But apparently the young Queen believed。〃
〃And she did whatever was necessary to awaken him。〃
〃So he wrote。 And he fell deeply in love with her； approving her liaison with Caesar in the name of necessity and experience； but not with Mark Antony。 This embittered him； Lawrence said。 There was nothing there to contradict our history。 He condemned Antony and Cleopatra for their excesses and their bad judgment just as we have done。〃
〃Did Lawrence believe the story？ Did he have any theory…〃
〃Lawrence was deliriously happy with the mystery。 Such an inprehensible bination of artifacts。 Lawrence would have spent the rest of his life trying to solve it。 I 'm not sure what he really believed。〃
Elliott reflected。 '〃The mummy； Samir。 You examined it。 You were with Lawrence when he first opened the case。〃
〃Yes。〃
〃Did you detect anything out of the ordinary？〃
〃My Lord； you've seen a thousand such mummies。 The baffling part was the writing； the mand of languages； and； of course； the mummy case。〃
〃Well； I have a little story to tell you；〃 Elliott said。〃 According to our mutual friend and acquaintance Henry Stratford； the mummy is quite alive。 This very morning he stepped out of his coffin； crossed Lawrence's library and tried to strangle Henry in the drawing room。 Henry was lucky to escape with his life。〃
For a moment Samir didn't respond at all。 It was as if he hadn't heard。 Then softly；〃 You are joking with me； Lord Rutherford？〃
Elliott laughed。〃 No。 I am not joking； Mr。 Ibrahaim。 And I am willing to wager that Henry Stratford wasn't joking when he told me the story this very morning。 In fact； I'm certain he wasn't joking。 He was badly shaken； damn near hysterical。 But joking； no。〃
Silence。 This is what it means to be speechless； Elliott thought as he looked at Samir。
〃You don't have a cigarette； do you； Samir？〃 he asked。
Without taking his eyes off Elliott； Samir opened a small delicately carved ivory box。 Egyptian cigarettes。 Perfectly delicious。 Samir lifted the gold lighter and handed it to Elliott。
〃Thank you。 I might add 。。。 for I suppose you are wondering 。。。 this mummy did not hurt Julie at all。 And has bee in fact her honoured guest…' *
〃Lord Rutherford 。。。〃
〃I'm perfectly serious。 My son； Alex； went there immediately。 As a matter of fact； there were police on the scene even before that。 It seems an Egyptologist is staying at the Stratford house； a Mr。 Reginald Ramsey； and that Julie is being quite emphatic that she must take her guest about London。 She has no time to discuss Henry's inane hallucinations。 And Henry； who had seen this Egyptologist； maintains that he is in fact the mummy； walking about in Lawrence's clothes。〃
Elliott lit the cigarette and inhaled deeply。
〃You're going to hear about all this soon enough from others；〃 he said casually。〃 The reporters were there in force。 'Mummy Walks in Mayfair。'〃 He shrugged。
Samir was clearly more stunned than amused。 He appeared positively distressed。
〃You'll forgive me；〃 he said；〃 but I don't have a very high opinion of Lawrence's nephew； Henry。〃
〃Of course not； how could you？〃
〃This Egyptologist。 You said that his name was Reginald Ramsey。 I have never heard of an Egyptologist by that name。〃
〃Of course you haven't。 And you know them all； don't you？ From Cairo to London or Manchester； or Berlin or New York。〃
〃I think I do。〃
〃So none of this makes sense。〃
〃Not a particle of sense。〃
〃Unless； of course； we entertain for a moment the notion that this mummy is immortal。 Then everything falls into place。〃
〃But you don't believe…〃 Samir stopped。 The distress was plain again。 In fact； it had worsened。
〃Yes？〃
〃This is preposterous；〃 Samir murmured。〃 Lawrence died of a heart attack in that tomb。 This thing did not kill him！ This is madness。〃
〃Was there the slightest evidence of violence？〃
〃Evidence？ No。 But there was a feeling about that tomb； and the curses written all over the mummy case。 The thing wanted to be left in peace。 The sun。 It did not want the sun。 But it was asking to be left in peace。 That is what the dead always want。〃
〃Do they？〃 Elliott asked。〃 If I were dead； I'm not sure I would want to be at peace。 If it meant being purely dead； that is。〃
〃We're allowing our imaginations to run away with us； Lord Rutherford。 Besides 。。。 Henry Stratford was in the tomb when Lawrence died！〃
〃Hmmmmm。 That's true。 And Henry didn't see our ragged； rotted friend moving about until this morning。〃
〃I do not like this story。 I do not like it at all。 I do not like that Miss Stratford is alone in the house with these relics。〃
〃Perhaps the museum should look into it further；〃 Elliott said。〃 Check up on the mummy。 After all； the thing is extremely valuable。〃
Samir didn't answer。 He had sunk into that speechless state again； staring at the desk before him。
Elliott took hold of his cane firmly and rose to his feet。 He was getting quite good at hiding the inevitable disfort of that simple operation。 But he had to stand quite still for a few moments to allow the pain to stop。 He crushed out his cigarette slowly。
〃Thank you； Samir。 It's been a most interesting conversation。〃
Samir looked up as if waking from a dream。
〃What the hell do you think is happening； Lord Rutherford！〃 Slowly he rose to his feet。
〃You want my frank opinion of the moment？〃
〃Well； yes； I do。〃
〃Ramses the Second is an immortal man。 He found some secret in ancient times； some pound which rendered him immortal。 And he is walking about London with Julie right now。〃
〃You're not serious。〃
〃Yes； I am；〃 said Elliott。〃 But then I also believe in ghosts； and spirits； and bad luck； I throw salt over my shoulder and touch wood all the time。 I should be surprised…no； flabber…easted…if any of this turned out to be true； you understand。 But I believe it。 At the moment； I believe it。 And I'll tell you why。 It's the only explanation for what's happened that makes any sense。〃
Speechless again。
Elliott smiled。 He slipped on his gloves； took hold of his walking stick and left the office as if every step were not causing him pain。
THIS WAS the great adventure of her life。 Nothing after could ever equal it； of that she was sure。 And how utterly surprising that it should be in London； at midday； rushing to and fro amid the noisy； crowded streets she'd known all her life。
Never before had the vast； grimy city seemed magical to her。 But it did now。 And how did he perceive it…this overgrown metropolis； with its towering brick buildings； its rumbling trams and belching motor cars； and hordes of dark horse…drawn carriages and cabs choking every street。 What was he to make of the never…ending advertising； signs of all sizes and descriptions offering goods； services； directions and advice？ Were the dim department stores with their stacks of ready…made clothing ugly to him？ What did he make of the little shops where the electric lights burned all day long because the streets themselves were too smoky and dark to admit the natural light of the daytime sky？
He loved it。 He embraced it。 Nothing frightened him or repelled him。 He rushed off the kerb to lay hands on the motor cars as they idled。 He scampered up the winding steps of the omnibuses to see from the top deck。 Into the telegraph office； he sped to study the young secretary at her typewriter。 And she； at once charmed by this blue…eyed giant of a man bending over her； sat back to let him strike the keys with his own deft fingers； which he did； at once pounding out Latin sentences which sent him into peals of laughter until he could not go on。
To the offices of The Times； Julie spirited him。 He must see the giant printing presses； smell the black ink； hear the deafening noise that filled those immense rooms。 He must make the connection among all these inventions。 He must see how simple it all was。
She watched as he charmed people everywhere that they went。 Men and women deferred to him； as if they knew instinctively that he was royalty。 His bearing； his great strides； his radiant smile； subdued those at whom he stared fixedly； those whose hands he hastily clasped； those whose conversation or casual words he listened to； as if receiving a secret message which must not be misunderstood。
There were philosophical words to describe his state of being； surely； but Julie could not think what they were。 She only knew that he took joy in tilings； that the steam shovel and the steam roller failed to terrify him because he anticipated shocks and surprises and wanted only to prehend。
So many questions to ask him。 So many concepts she struggled to express。 That was the hardest part。 Concepts。
But talk of abstractions became easier by the hour。 He was learning English with dizzying speed。
〃Name！〃 he would say to her if she ceased for so much as a minute her endless mentary。〃 Language is names； Julie。 Names for people； objects； what we feel。〃 He hammered on his breast as he said the last words。 The Latin quare； quid； quo； qui had dropped pletely from his speech by midafternoon。
〃English is old； Julie。 Tongue of barbarians from my time； and now filled with Latin。 You hear the Latin？ What is that； Julie！ Explain this to me！〃
〃But there is no order to what I am teaching you；〃 she said。 She wanted to explain about printing； relate it to the stamping of coins。
〃I make the order later；〃 he assured her。 He was too busy now ducking into the back of bakers and soup kitchens； into the shoemaker's and the milliner's； and studying the refuse thrown in the alleyways； and eyeing the paper parcels which people carried； and staring at women's clothes。
And staring at the women； too。
If that isn't lust； I am no judge of character； Julie thought。 He would have frightened the women had he not been so expensively dressed； and oddly self…possessed。 In fact； his whole manner of standing； gesturing； speaking； had a great pelling force to it。 This is a King； she thought； out of time and place； yet nevertheless a King。
She steered him into the bookselle