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hich he ordered the workmen about。
Alex stared at the workmen and their relics with the strangest expression。 What was it？ These things meant nothing to him； they had to do with some other world。 But did he not find them beautiful？ Ah； it was so difficult for her to understand。〃 I wonder if there is a curse；〃 he whispered softly。〃 Oh； please； don't be ridiculous；〃 Julie answered。〃 Now； they're going to be working for some time。 Why don't we go on ？ back into the conservatory and have tea？〃
〃Yes； we should do that；〃 he said。 It was dislike in his face； wasn't it？ Not confusion。 He felt nothing for these treasures。 They were alien to him； they did not matter one way or the other。 She might have felt the same way gazing at a modern machine she did not understand。
It saddened her。 But everything saddened her now…and most of all the fact that her father had had so little time with these many treasures； that he had died on the very day of his greatest discovery。 And that she was the one who must savour each and every article that he had uncovered in this mysterious and controversial grave。
Perhaps after tea； Alex would understand that she wanted to be alone。 She led him down the hall now； past the double doors of me drawing rooms； past the doors of the library and out through the marble alcove into the glass room of ferns and flowers that ran across the entire back of the house。
This had been Father's favourite place when he was not in the library。 No accident that his desk and his books were only a few feet away； through those glass doors。
They sat down at the wicker table together； the sun playing beautifully on the silver tea service before them。
〃You pour； dearest；〃 she said to Alex。 She laid out the cakes on the plates。 Now that gave him something to do which he
understood。
Had she ever known a human being who could do all the little things so well？ Alex could ride； dance； shoot； pour tea； mix delicious American cocktails； slip into the protocol of Buckingham Palace without batting an eyelash。 He could read an occasional poem with such a simulation of feeling that it made her weep。 He could kiss very well； too； and there was no doubt that marriage with him would have its deeply sensuous moments。 No doubt whatsoever。 But what else would it have？
She felt selfish suddenly。 Wasn't all that enough？ It hadn't been for her father； a merchant prince whose manners were indistinguishable from those of aristocratic friends。 It had meant nothing at all。
〃Drink it； darling； you need it；〃 Alex said to her； offering her the cup the way she liked it。 No milk； no sugar。 Only a thin slice of lemon。
Imagine anyone really needing tea。
It seemed the light changed around her； a shadow。 She looked up to see that Samir had e silently into the room。
〃Samir。 Sit down。 Join us。〃
He motioned for her to remain where she was。 He was holding a leather…bound book in his hands。
〃Julie；〃 he said with a slow and deliberate glance in the direction of the Egyptian room；〃 I brought your father's notebook to you。 I didn't want to give it to the people at the museum。〃
〃Oh； I'm so glad。 Do join us； please。〃
〃No； I must return to work immediately。 I want to make sure things are done as they should be。 And you must read this notebook； Julie。 The newspapers； they published only the bare bones of this story。 There is more here。 。。。〃
〃e； sit down；〃 she pressed again。〃 We'll take care of that together； later。〃
After a moment's hesitation； he gave in。 He took the chair beside her； giving a little polite nod to Alex； to whom he'd been introduced before。
〃Julie； your father had only begun his translations。 You know his mand of the ancient tongues。。。〃
〃Yes； I'm eager to read it。 But what is really troubling you？〃 she said earnestly。〃 What is wrong？〃
Samir pondered； then：〃 Julie； I am uneasy about this discovery。 I am uneasy about the mummy and the poisons contained in the tomb。〃
〃Were they really Cleopatra's poisons？〃 Alex said quickly。〃 Or is that something the reporters dreamed up？〃
〃No one can say；〃 Samir answered politely。
〃Samir； everything is carefully labelled；〃 Julie said。〃 The servants had been told。〃
〃You don't believe in the curse now； do you？〃 Alex asked。
Samir made a little polite smile。〃 No。 Nevertheless；〃 he said； turning back to Julie。〃 Promise me that if you see anything strange； even if you suffer a presentiment； you will call me at the museum at once。〃
〃But； Samir； I never expected you to believe…〃
〃Julie； curses are rare in Egypt；〃 he said quickly。〃 And the admonitions written on this mummy case are most severe。 The story of the creature's immortality； there are more details in this little book；〃
〃But you don't think Father really succumbed to a curse； Samir。〃
〃No。 But the things found in the tomb defy explanation。 Except if one believes 。。。 But then that is absurd。 I ask only that you take nothing for granted。 That you call me if you need me at once。〃 He took his leave of her abruptly； and went back into the library。 She could hear him speaking Arabic to one of the workmen。 She watched them uneasily through the open doors。
Grief； she thought。 It's a strange and a misunderstood emotion。 He grieves for Father as I do； and so the whole discovery is ruined for him。 How difficult all this must be。
And he would have so enjoyed all of it if only 。。。 Well； she understood。 It was not so with her。 She wanted nothing so much as to be alone with Ramses the Great and his Cleopatra。 But she understood。 And the pain of Father's loss would be there forever。 She didn't really want it to go away。 She looked at Alex； poor lost boy staring at her with such concern。
〃I love you；〃 he whispered suddenly。
〃Why； what on earth has e over you！〃 She laughed softly。
He looked baffled； childlike。 Her handsome fiancé was really suffering suddenly。 She couldn't bear it。
〃I don't know；〃 he said。〃 Maybe I'm having a presentiment。 Is that what he called it？ I only know I want to remind you…I love you。〃
〃Oh； Alex； dear Alex。〃 She bent forward and kissed him； and felt his sudden desperate clasp of her hand。
The gaudy little clock on Daisy's dressing table rang six。
Henry sat back； stretched； then reached for the champagne again； filling his glass； then hers。
She looked drowsy still； the thin satin strap of her nightgown fallen down over one rounded arm。
〃Drink； darling；〃 he said。
〃Not me； lovey。 Singing tonight；〃 she said with an arrogant lift of her chin。〃 I can't drink all day like some I know。〃 She tore off a bit of meat from the roasted fowl on her plate； and put it in her mouth crudely。 Beautiful mouth。〃 But this cousin of yours！ She's not afraid of the bloody mummy！ Putting it right there in her own house！〃
Big stupid blue eyes fixed on him； just the kind he liked。 Though he missed Malenka； his Egyptian beauty； he really did。 The thing about an Eastern woman was she didn't have to be stupid； she could be clever； and just as easy to manage。 With a girl like Daisy； the stupidity was essential； and then you had to talk to her…and talk to her and talk to her。
〃Why the hell should she be afraid of the damned mummy！〃 he said irritably。〃 The daft part is giving the whole treasure to
a museum。 She doesn't know what money is； my cousin。 She has too much of it to know。 He increased my trust fund by a pittance and he leaves her a shipping empire。 He's the one who was 。。。〃
He stopped。 The little chamber； the sunlight falling in shafts on that thing。 He saw it again。 Saw what he had done！ No。 Not right。 Died of a heart attack or a stroke； he did…the man lying sprawled on the sandy floor； I didn't do it。 And that thing； it hadn't been staring through the wrappings； that was absurd！
He drank the champagne too quickly。 Ah； but it was good； He filled his glass again。
〃But a bleeding mummy in the very house with her；〃 Daisy said。
And suddenly； violently； he saw those eyes again； beneath rotted bandages； staring at him。 Yes； staring。 Stop it； you fool； you did what you had to do！ Stop it or you will go mad。
He rose from the table a bit clumsily and put on his jacket； and straightened his silk tie。
〃But where are you going？〃 Daisy asked。〃 You're a bit too drunk to be going out now； if you ask me。〃
〃But I didn't；〃 he answered。 She knew where he was going。 He had the hundred pounds he'd managed to squeeze out of Randolph； and the casino was open。 It had opened at dark。
He wanted to be there alone now； so that he could truly concentrate。 Merely thinking of it； of the green baize under the lamps and the sound of the dice and roulette wheel； engendered a deep excitement in him。 One good win； and he'd quit； he promised himself。 And with a hundred pounds to start。 No； he couldn't wait。。。
Of course he'd run into Sharpies； and he owed Sharpies too much money； but how the hell was he supposed to pay it back if he didn't get to the tables； and though he didn't feel lucky…no； not lucky at all tonight…well； he had to gi