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Early passersby。 The nurse from across the way with the twins in their wicker carriage。 An old man hurrying along with a newspaper under his arm。 And the guard； the guard from the British Museum； slouching idly on the front steps just beneath her。 And down the street； in front of her uncle Randolph's； Sally the parlour maid shaking a rug out the front door because she was sure that no one was awake to see。
Why was there no sound behind her in the double rooms？ Why didn't Henry storm out； slamming the front door？ Perhaps he had left； but no； she heard a tiny furtive noise suddenly； a spoon touching china。 The damned coffee。
〃I don't know how it could have e to this；〃 she said； still gazing at the street before her。〃 Trust funds； salaries； bonuses； you had everything； both of you。〃
〃No； not everything； my dear；〃 he said。〃 You have everything。〃
Sound of coffee being poured。 For the love of heaven！
〃Look； old girl；〃 he said； his voice low and strained。〃 I don't want this quarrel any more than you do。 e。 Sit down。 Let's have a cup of coffee together like civilized people。〃
She couldn't move。 The gesture seemed more sinister than his anger。
〃e and have a cup of coffee with me； Julie。〃 Was there any way out of it？ She turned； her eyes downcast； and moved towards the table； only looking up when it seemed unavoidable； to see Henry facing her； the steaming cup in his outstretched hand。
There was something unaccountably odd about this； about the way he was offering it to her； about the peculiarly blank expression on his face。
But this had no more than a second to register。 For what she saw behind him caused her to freeze in her tracks。 Reason ruled against it； but the evidence of her senses was undeniable。
The mummy was moving。 The mummy's right arm was outstretched； the torn wrappings hanging from it； as the being stepped out of its gilded box！ The scream froze in her throat。 The tiling was ing towards her…towards Henry； who stood with his back to it…moving with a weak； shuffling gait； that arm outstretched before it； the dust rising from the rotting linen that covered it； a great smell of dust and decay filling the room。
〃What the devil's the matter with you！〃 Henry demanded。 But the thing was now directly behind him。 The outstretched hand closed on Henry's throat。
Her scream would not break loose。 Petrified； she heard only a dry shriek inside her； like the impotent cries of her worst dreams。
Henry turned； hands rising reflexively to protect himself； the coffee cup falling with a clatter to the silver tray。 A low roar escaped his lips as he fought the thing strangling him。 His fingers clasped at the filthy wrappings； the dust rose in gusts as the creature tore its left arm loose from the bindings； and sought to pinion its victim with both hands。
With an ignominious scream； Henry threw the creature off him； and pitched forward on all fours。 In an instant he was on his feet and scrambling across the carpet。 He ran through the front room and over the marble tile of the front hall to the door。
Speechless； terrified； Julie stared at the ghastly figure who knelt beside the center table。 The thing was panting； struggling for breath。 She scarcely heard the front door open or slam shut。
Never in her whole life had there been a moment so devoid of reason。 Shivering violently； she backed away in horror from this ragged being； this dead thing that had e to life； and seemed now unable to rise to its feet。
Was it looking at her？ Were those eyes glinting through the ragged bandages？ Blue eyes？ It reached out for her。 Her body was caught in a cold involuntary shudder。 A wave of dizziness passed over her。 Don't faint。 Whatever happens； don't Joint。
Suddenly it turned away。 Quite deliberately it looked towards its coffin； or was it the conservatory with the light pouring through its roof？ It lay as if exhausted on the Oriental carpet； and then it reached out as if towards the great flood of morning sun。
She could hear its breathing again。 Alive！ Dear God； alive！ It struggled to move forward； lifting its powerful torso only a little off the carpet and propelling itself with a sluggish movement of its knees。
Out of the shadowy drawing room it crawled inch by inch away from her until suddenly it reached the farthest rays of the
sun penetrating the library。 There it stopped； and seemed to breathe deeply as if actually breathing not air but light。 It lifted itself a little higher on its elbows； and began to crawl towards the conservatory again with greater speed。 The linen bandages trailed from its legs。 A path of dust was left on the rug。 The bandages on its aims were falling to pieces。 Fragments of linen broke loose and appeared to disintegrate in the light。
Without a conscious decision； she moved behind it； keeping a safe distance； yet quite unable to stop herself from following it； from staring as if spellbound at its grim progress through the conservatory doors。
Into the hottest glare of the sun it moved； and suddenly it stopped beside the fountain and rolled over on its back。 One hand reached up towards the glass ceiling； the other fell limp on its chest。
Silently； Julie moved into the conservatory。 Still trembling uncontrollably； she went closer and closer until she was staring directly down at this thing。
The body was filling out in the sunlight！ It was growing ever more robust as she watched！ She could hear the sound of the wrappings releasing it。 She could see the chest rising and falling with regular breath。
And the face； my God； the face。 There were eyes there； great shining blue eyes under the thin wrappings。 It reached up suddenly and tore loose the bandages。 Yes； large and beautiful blue eyes。 With another rip； it tore the bandages from its skull and released a soft mop of brown hair。
Then it rose on its knees with quiet grace and reached down into the fountain with its bandaged hands； scooping up the sparkling water to its lips。 It drank and drank the water； with deep sighing gulps。 Then it stopped and turned towards her； wiping away more of the thick ashen layer of linen from its face。
A man looking at her！ A blue…eyed man with intelligence looking at her！
That scream rose again； but was not released。 Only a soft sigh came out of her。 Or was it a gasp？ She realized she had taken a step backwards。 The thing climbed to its feet。
It rose now to its full height and gazed calmly at her； its fingers working almost absently to clear the rest of the rotted bandages from its head as if they were cobwebs。 Yes； a full head of dark wavy brown hair。 It fell to just below the ears； and came now softy over the forehead。 And the eyes evinced fascination as it looked at her。 Good Lord； imagine！ Fascination as it looked at her。
She was going to faint。 She had read about it。 She knew what it was； though it had never happened to her。 But her legs were literally going out from under her and things were going dim。 No。 Stop！ She couldn't faint with this thing staring at her。
This was the mummy e to life！
She backed into the Egyptian room； legs trembling； her body moist all over； her hands clawing at her face peignoir。
It watched her as if genuinely curious as to what she meant to do。 Then it wiped more of the bandages away from its neck and its shoulders and its chest。 Its broad naked chest。 She closed her eyes； and then opened them slowly。 Still there； with those powerful arms； and the dust falling from its lustrous brown hair。
It took a step towards her。 She backed away。 It took another step。 She backed up farther。 In fact； she was backing up all the way across the library； and very suddenly she felt the centre table of the second drawing room behind her。 She felt her hands touch the edge of the silver coffee tray。
With silent； even steps it came towards her…this thing； this beautiful man with the splendid body and the large gentle blue eyes。
Good Lord； are you losing your reason！ Never mind that it's handsome！ It just tried to strangle Henry！ Quickly she darted around the table； groping behind her with outstretched hands as she moved towards the front drawing room doors。
It stopped as it reached the table。 It looked down at the silver coffeepot and the overturned cup。 It picked up something off the tray。 What was it？ A wadded handkerchief。 Had Henry left it there？ Quite unmistakably it pointed to the spilt coffee； and then in a soft； resonant and distinctly masculine voice it spoke：
〃e and have a cup of coffee with me； Julie！〃 it said。
Perfect British accent！ Familiar words！ Julie felt a shock course through her。 This was no invitation from the thing。 Why； it was imitating Henry。 Same precise intonation。 That's what Henry had said！
It held out the handkerchief； which it had opened。 White powder； sparkling as if full of tiny crystals。 It pointed to the distant row of alabaster jars。 The top was missing from one of the jars！ And again it spoke with the same flawless； crisp English accent：
〃Drink your coffee； Uncle Lawrence。〃
A groan escaped her lips。 The meaning was