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Before they'd left the〃 railway station〃 she'd realized that the big iron chariots pulled people about。 Just a mon means of transportation。 How strange。
This one was not as elegant as Lord Rutherford； by any means； but he spoke more slowly and it was being quite simple for her to understand； especially as he pointed to things as he spoke。 She knew now what was a Ford automobile； and a Stutz Bearcat； and also a little roadster。 This man sold such things in America。 He was a merchant of Ford automobiles in America。 Even poor people could buy these driving machines。
She clutched the canvas bag he'd bought her； which held the money and the bits of paper with OPERA written on them。
〃And this here is where the tourists live；〃 he said to her；〃 more or less。 I mean； this is the British sector。 。。。〃
〃English；〃 she said。
〃Yes； but all the Europeans and Americans pretty much e here； too。 And that building there…that's where all the best people stay； the British and the Americans； that's Shepheard's； the hotel； if you know what I mean。〃
〃Shepheard's…the hotel？〃 She gave a little laugh。
〃That's where the opera ball's going to be tomorrow night。 That's where I'm staying。 I don't much like opera〃 …he made a little face…〃never did much care for it。 But here in Cairo； well； this is an important thing； you see。〃
〃Important thing； you see。〃
〃Real important。 So I figured pretty much I'd go； you see； and to the ball afterwards； though I had to rent a tailcoat and all that。〃 He had a lovely light in his eyes as he looked down at her。 He was enjoying himself immensely。
And she was enjoying herself as well。
〃And Aida being all about ancient Egypt。〃
〃Yes； Radames singing。〃
〃Yes！ So you know it。 Bet you like opera； bet you appreciate it。〃 Suddenly he made a little frown。〃 Are you okay； little lady？ Maybe you'd find the old city more romantic。 You want something to drink？ How about a little ride in my car。 It's parked right behind Shepheard's。〃
〃Motorcar？〃
〃Oh； you're quite safe with me； little lady； I'm a real safe driver。 Tell you what。 Have you been out to the pyramids？〃
Pee…ra…mids。
〃No；〃 she said。〃 Drive in your car； super！〃
He laughed。 He shouted a mand to the taxi and the driver pulled the horse to the left。 They rode around the hotel； Shepheard's； a handsome building with pretty gardens。
When he reached up to help her down from the carriage； he almost touched the tender opening in her side。 She shivered。 But it had not happened。 Yet it had reminded her that the wound was there。 How could one live with such awful sores？ That was the mystery。 Whatever happened now； she must return at dusk to see Lord Rutherford again。 Lord Rutherford had gone to speak with the man who could explain these things…the man with the blue eyes。
They arrived together at the hideout。 Julie agreed to wait as Samir and Ramses entered； inspected the three little rooms and their neglected garden； then they motioned for her to e in； and Ramses bolted the door。
There was a small wooden table with a candle in the middle； stuck in an old wine bottle。 Samir lighted the candle。 Ramses drew up two of the straight…backed chairs。 Julie brought the other。
This was fortable enough。 The afternoon sun came through the old garden and through the back door； and the place was hot； but not unbearable； as it had been locked up for a long time。 A damp musky odor of spices and hemp hung in the air。
Julie took off the Arab headdress； and shook out her hair。 She had not pinned it up because of the headdress； and now she loosened the ribbon that kept it tied at the back of her neck。
〃I don't believe you killed that woman；〃 she said immediately； looking up at Ramses as he sat across from her。
Like a sheikh he looked in the desert robes； his face partially in shadow； the candle glinting in his eyes。
Samir sat down quietly to her left。
〃I didn't kill the woman；〃 Ramses said to her。〃 But I am responsible for the woman's death。 And I need your help； both of you。 I need someone's help。 And I need your forgiveness。 The time has e for me to tell you everything。〃
〃Sire； I have a message for you；〃 Samir said；〃 which I must give you at once。〃
〃What message？〃 Julie asked。 Why hadn't Samir told her of this？
〃Is it from the gods； Samir'？ Are they calling me to account？ I have no time for less important messages。 I must tell you what has happened； what I've done。〃
〃It's from the Earl of Rutherford； sire。 He accosted me at the hotel。 He looked like a madman； he said that I must tell you that he has her。〃
Ramses was obviously stunned。 He glared at Samir almost murderously。
Julie could not bear this。
Samir removed something from under his robe and gave it to Ramses。 It was a glass vial； such as those she'd seen among the alabaster jars in the collection。
Ramses looked at this； but he didn't move to touch it。 Samir went to speak again； but Ramses gestured for quiet。 His face was so heavily disfigured with emotion that he scarce looked like himself。
〃Tell me what this means！〃 Julie said； unable to stop herself。
〃He followed me to the museum；〃 Ramses whispered。 He stared at the empty vial。
〃But what are you talking about？ What happened at the museum？〃
〃Sire； he says that the sun has helped her。 That the medicine in the vial helped her； but that she needs more of it。 She is damaged； inside and out。 She has killed three times。 She is mad。 He keeps her safe in hiding； he wants a meeting with you。 He has given me the time and place。〃
For a moment； Ramses said nothing。 Then he rose from the table and headed towards the door。
〃No； stop！〃 Julie cried out； rushing towards him。
Samir was also on his feet。
〃Sire； if you try to find him sooner； you may be apprehended。 The hotel is surrounded。 Wait till he leaves and goes to this place for the meeting。 It is the only safe thing to do！〃
Ramses was clearly stymied。 Reluctantly； he turned； looking past Julie with dull； crazed eyes。 He moved back sluggishly to the chair and sat down。
Julie wiped her tears with her handkerchief and took her chair again。
〃Where and when？〃 Ramses asked。
〃Seven tonight。 The Babylon； it's a French night club。 I know it。 I can take you there。〃
〃I cannot wait until then！〃
〃Ramses； tell us what all this means。 How can we help you if we don't know？〃
〃Sire； Julie is right。 Take us into your trust now。 Allow us to assist in this。 If you are captured again by the police 。。。〃
Ramses waved it away in disgust。 His face was working silently with emotion。
〃I need you； and when I tell you； I may lose you。 But so be it。 For I have wreaked havoc with your lives。〃
〃You will never lose me；〃 Julie said； but her fear was mounting。 A great dread of what was to e was building in her soul。
Until these last few moments she thought she understood what had happened。 He had taken the body of his love from the museum。 He had wanted to see it properly put in a tomb。 But now； faced with the vial and these strange words from Elliott； she considered other more ghastly possibilities； denying them in the same instant； but returning to them again。
〃Put your trust in us； sire。 Let us share this burden。〃
Ramses looked at Samir； then at her。
〃Ah； the guilt you can never share；〃 he said。〃 The body in the museum。 The unknown woman 。。。〃
〃Yes；〃 Samir whispered。
〃She was not unknown to me； my dear ones。 The ghost of Julius Caesar would have known her。 The shade of Mark Antony would have kissed her。 Millions once mourned for her。 。。。〃
Julie nodded； tears rising again。
〃And I have done the unspeakable。 I took the elixir to the museum。 I did not realize how much her body had been ravaged； that whole hunks of flesh were no longer there； I poured the elixir over her！ After two thousand years life stirred in her ruined body。 She rose！ Bleeding； wounded； she stood upright。 She walked。 She reached out for me。 She called my name！〃
Ah； it was better than the finest wine； better even than making love； racing over the road in the open American motor car； the wind whistling past her； the American shouting convivially as he jerked the〃 stick shift〃 this way and that。
To see the houses flying past。 To see the Egyptians trudging with their donkeys and camels and to leave them in a spray of gravel。
She adored it。 She looked up at the open sky above； letting the wind lift her hair pletely as she kept one hand firmly on her hat。
Now and then she studied what he did to make this chariot move。 Pump the 〃pedals〃； as he called them； over and over again； pull the stick； turn the wheel。
Ah； it was too thrilling； too marvellous。 But suddenly that horrid shrill sound caught her off guard。 That roaring she had heard in the railway station。 Her hands flew to her ears。
〃Don't be frightened； little lady； it's just a train。 See there； the train's ing！〃 The motor coach came to a jerking halt。
Metal pathways side by side in the desert sand bef