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〃Drink your coffee； Uncle Lawrence。〃
A groan escaped her lips。 The meaning was unmistakable。 She stood there staring； the words echoing in her head。 Henry had poisoned her father and this creature had witnessed it。 Henry had tried to poison her。 With all her spirit she tried to deny it。 She tried to find some reason that it could not be so。 But she knew it was so。 Just as surely as she knew this thing was alive and breathing and occupying space before her； and that it was the immortal Ramses e to life out of those decayed wrappings； standing before her in the drawing room with the sun at its back。
Her legs were going out from under her。 No way to prevent it； and the darkness was rising。 And as she felt herself slip downwards； she saw the tall figure dart forward； and she felt the strong arms catch her and lift her and hold her quite firmly； so that she felt almost safe。
She opened her eyes； and looked up into its face。 No； his face。 His beautiful face。 She heard Rita scream from the hallway。 And the darkness rose again。
〃What the hell are you saying！〃 Randolph was not really fully awake。 He struggled out of the tangle of covers； reaching for his crumpled silk robe at the foot of the bed。〃 You're telling me you left your cousin there alone in that house with this thing！〃
〃I'm telling you it tried to kill me！〃 Henry roared like a madman。〃 That's what I'm telling you！ The damned thing got out of the coffin and tried to strangle me with its right hand！〃
〃Damn it； where are my slippers！ She's alone in that house； you fool！〃
Barefoot； he ran into the hall and down the stairway； his robe ballooning behind him。
〃Hurry； you imbecile！〃 he shouted to his son； who hesitated at the top of the steps。
She opened her eyes。 She was sitting on the sofa； and Rita was clinging to her。 Rita was hurting her。 Rita was making little whimpering sounds。
And there was the mummy； standing right there。 Nothing about it imagined。 Not the dark lock of hair fallen down on his smooth broad forehead。 Or his deep shadowy blue eyes。 He had torn loose more of the rotted stuff that covered him。 He was bare to the waist； a god； it seemed at the moment。 Especially with that smile。 That warm and embracing smile。 His hair seemed to be moving as she looked at it； as if it were growing before her eyes。 It was fuller and more lustrous than it had been before she fainted。 But what in God's name was she doing； staring at this creature's hair！
He drew a little closer。 His bare feet were free of the cumbersome wrappings。
〃Julie；〃 he said softly。
〃Ramses；〃 she whispered back。
The creature nodded； the smile lengthening。〃 Ramses！〃 he said emphatically； and he made her a very subtle bow with his head。
Dear God； she thought； this is not merely a man gifted with beauty； this is the most beautiful man I've ever seen。
In a daze； she forced herself to climb to her feet。 Rita clung to her； but she struggled free of Rita； and then the mummy…the man…reached out and took her hand and helped her to stand。
The fingers were warm； dusty。 She found herself staring right into his face。 Skin like the skin of any other human being； only smoother； perhaps softer； and full of more high colour…like that of a man who had been running； the cheeks faintly flushed。
He turned his head sharply。 She heard it too。 Voices outside； argument。 A motor car had pulled up in front of the house。
Rita made an awkward dash to the window as if the mummy were going to stop her。
〃It's Scotland Yard； miss； thank God for that。〃
〃No； but this is a disaster！ Bolt the door at once。〃
〃But miss！〃
〃Bolt it。 Now。〃
Rita ran to obey。 Julie took Ramses' hand。
〃e with me； upstairs； immediately；〃 she said to him。〃 Rita； put the lid on that coffin。 It weighs almost nothing。 Close it up fast and e。〃
No sooner had Rita slid the bolt than they were knocking and pulling the bell。 The shrill clanging from the back of the house startled Ramses。 His eyes moved quickly over the ceiling and to the back of the house as though he had heard the sound traveling the wire to the kitchen wall。
Julie tugged him gently but urgently； and to her amazement he followed easily as they made their way up the stairs。
She could hear little cries of distress ing from Rita。 But Rita was doing as she had been told。 Julie heard the thump as the lid of the coffin slid into place。
And Ramses； he was staring at the wallpaper； at the framed portraits； at the knickknack shelf nestled in the corner at the top of the stairs。 He was looking at the stained…glass window。 He looked down at the wool carpet with its pattern of feathers and twisted leaves。
The pounding was being quite impossible。 Julie could hear her uncle Randolph calling her name。
〃What shall I do； miss？〃 Rita called out。
〃e up at once。〃 She looked at Ramses； who was watching her with a strange mixture of patience and amusement。〃 You look normal；〃 she whispered。〃 Perfectly normal。 Beautiful； but normal。〃 She pulled him on down the hallway。〃 The bath； Rita！〃 she shouted as Rita appeared； quivering and tentative； behind him。〃 Quick。 Run the bath。〃
She brought him on towards the front of the house as Rita hurried past。 They had stopped their pounding for a minute。 She could hear the grind of a key in the lock。 But the bolt； thank God for that！ The pounding started again。
Ramses was truly smiling at her now； as if he were about to laugh。 He peered into the bedrooms as he passed them。 Suddenly he saw the electric chandelier hanging on its dusty chain from the ceiling rose above。 The tiny light bulbs looked dull and opaque in the daylight； but they were burning； and he narrowed his eyes to study this； gently resisting her for the first time。
〃Later you can see it！〃 she said in panic。 The water was roaring into the tub。 The steam was pouring out of the door。
He gave her another decorous little nod with a slight lift of his eyebrows； and followed her into the bath。 The shining tile seemed to please him。 He turned slowly to the window and stared at the sunlight sparkling in the frosted glass。 Gently he examined the latch and then he opened the window； pushing out on the two sides until he could see the rooftops spread out before him and the brilliant morning sky above。
〃Rita； Father's clothes；〃 Julie said breathlessly。 They were going to break down that door any minute。〃 Hurry； get his robe； slippers； a shirt； whatever you can lay hands on at once。〃
Ramses lifted his chin and closed his eyes。 He was drinking in the sunlight。 Julie could see his hair moving ever so slightly； tiny tendrils at his forehead curling。 The hair seemed to grow thicker。 It was growing thicker。
Of course。 This is what woke him from the dream…filled sleep； she realized。 The sun！ And he had been too weak to do more than struggle with Henry。 He had had to crawl into the sunlight before he could gain his full strength。
There were shouts of〃 Police〃 from below。 Rita came running with a pair of slippers in her hand； and a pile of clothing over her arm。
〃There's reporters out there； miss； a whole crowd of them； and Scotland Yard and your uncle Randolph 。。。〃
〃Yes； I know。 Go down now and tell them we'll be right there； but don't draw back the bolt！〃
Julie took the silk bathrobe and white shirt and put them on the hook。 She touched Ramses' shoulder。
He turned and looked at her and the immediate warmth of his smile astonished her。
〃Britannia；〃 he said softly； his eyes moving from right to left as though to enpass the spot on which they stood。
〃Yes； Britannia！〃 she said。 A sudden lovely giddiness took hold of her。 She pointed to the bath。〃 Lavare！〃 she said。 Didn't that mean wash？
He nodded； his eyes taking in everything around him…the brass taps； the steam billowing up from the deep tub。 He looked at the clothing。
〃For you！〃 she said； pointing at the robe and then at Ramses。 Oh； if only she could remember the Latin。〃 Vestments；〃 she said desperately。
And then he did laugh。 Softly； gently； indulgently。 And she found herself petrified again； staring at him； at the smooth shimmering beauty of his face。 Lovely even white teeth he had； flawless skin and such an oddly manding manner as he gazed at her。 But then he was Ramses the Great； wasn't he？ She was going to faint again if she didn't stop this。
She backed out the door。
〃Reste！〃 she said。〃 Lavare。〃 She made pleading gestures with both her hands。 Then she went to leave； and quite suddenly his powerful right hand closed on her wrist。
Her heart stopped altogether。
〃Henry！〃 he said softly。 His face took on an air of menace； but not towards her。
Slowly she caught her breath。 She could hear Rita screaming at the men to stop their banging。 Someone was shouting back from the street。
〃No； don't worry about Henry。 Not now。 I'll take care of Henry； you can be sure。〃 Oh； but he wouldn't understand this。 Again she gestured for his patience； his forbearance； and then she gently removed his hand from her wrist。 He nodded； let h