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"
Excellent
!
"
I
cried
.
"
We
will
keep
our
own
secret
,
and
say
nothing
either
to
the
police
or
to
Simpson
.
Will
you
join
me
?
"
"
With
the
utmost
pleasure
,
"
said
I
;
and
so
it
was
agreed
.
It
was
ten
o
’
clock
that
night
when
I
returned
to
the
Belmore
Street
Museum
.
Mortimer
was
,
as
I
could
see
,
in
a
state
of
suppressed
nervous
excitement
,
but
it
was
still
too
early
to
begin
our
vigil
,
so
we
remained
for
an
hour
or
so
in
his
chambers
,
discussing
all
the
possibilities
of
the
singular
business
which
we
had
met
to
solve
.
At
last
the
roaring
stream
of
hansom
cabs
and
the
rush
of
hurrying
feet
became
lower
and
more
intermittent
as
the
pleasure
-
seekers
passed
on
their
way
to
their
stations
or
their
homes
.
It
was
nearly
twelve
when
Mortimer
led
the
way
to
the
lumber
-
room
which
overlooked
the
central
hall
of
the
museum
.
He
had
visited
it
during
the
day
,
and
had
spread
some
sacking
so
that
we
could
lie
at
our
ease
,
and
look
straight
down
into
the
museum
.
The
skylight
was
of
unfrosted
glass
,
but
was
so
covered
with
dust
that
it
would
be
impossible
for
anyone
looking
up
from
below
to
detect
that
he
was
overlooked
.
We
cleared
a
small
piece
at
each
corner
,
which
gave
us
a
complete
view
of
the
room
beneath
us
.
In
the
cold
white
light
of
the
electric
lamps
everything
stood
out
hard
and
clear
,
and
I
could
see
the
smallest
detail
of
the
contents
of
the
various
cases
.
Such
a
vigil
is
an
excellent
lesson
,
since
one
has
no
choice
but
to
look
hard
at
those
objects
which
we
usually
pass
with
such
half
-
hearted
interest
.
Through
my
little
peep
hole
I
employed
the
hours
in
studying
every
specimen
,
from
the
huge
mummy
-
case
which
leaned
against
the
wall
to
those
very
jewels
which
had
brought
us
there
,
gleaming
and
sparkling
in
their
glass
case
immediately
beneath
us
.
There
was
much
precious
gold
-
work
and
many
valuable
stones
scattered
through
the
numerous
cases
,
but
those
wonderful
twelve
which
made
up
the
urim
and
thummim
glowed
and
burned
with
a
radiance
which
far
eclipsed
the
others
.
I
studied
in
turn
the
tomb
-
pictures
of
Sicara
,
the
friezes
from
Karnak
,
the
statues
of
Memphis
,
and
the
inscriptions
of
Thebes
,
but
my
eyes
would
always
come
back
to
that
wonderful
Jewish
relic
,
and
my
mind
to
the
singular
mystery
which
surrounded
it
.
I
was
lost
in
the
thought
of
it
when
my
companion
suddenly
drew
his
breath
sharply
in
,
and
seized
my
arm
in
a
convulsive
grip
.
At
the
same
instant
I
saw
what
it
was
which
had
excited
him
.
I
have
said
that
against
the
wall
—
on
the
right
-
hand
side
of
the
doorway
(
the
right
-
hand
side
as
we
looked
at
it
,
but
the
left
as
one
entered
)
—
there
stood
a
large
mummy
-
case
.
To
our
unutterable
amazement
it
was
slowly
opening
.
Gradually
,
gradually
the
lid
was
swinging
back
,
and
the
black
slit
which
marked
the
opening
was
becoming
wider
and
wider
.
So
gently
and
carefully
was
it
done
that
the
movement
was
almost
imperceptible
.
Then
,
as
we
breathlessly
watched
it
,
a
white
thin
hand
appeared
at
the
opening
,
pushing
back
the
painted
lid
,
then
another
hand
,
and
finally
a
face
—
a
face
which
was
familiar
to
us
both
,
that
of
Professor
Andreas
.
Stealthily
he
slunk
out
of
the
mummy
-
case
,
like
a
fox
stealing
from
its
burrow
,
his
head
turning
incessantly
to
left
and
to
right
,
stepping
,
then
pausing
,
then
stepping
again
,
the
very
image
of
craft
and
of
caution
.
Once
some
sound
in
the
street
struck
him
motionless
,
and
he
stood
listening
,
with
his
ear
turned
,
ready
to
dart
back
to
the
shelter
behind
him
.
Then
he
crept
onwards
again
upon
tiptoe
,
very
,
very
softly
and
slowly
,
until
he
had
reached
the
case
in
the
centre
of
the
room
.
There
he
took
a
bunch
of
keys
from
his
pocket
,
unlocked
the
case
,
took
out
the
Jewish
breastplate
,
and
,
laying
it
upon
the
glass
in
front
of
him
,
began
to
work
upon
it
with
some
sort
of
small
,
glistening
tool
.
He
was
so
directly
underneath
us
that
his
bent
head
covered
his
work
,
but
we
could
guess
from
the
movement
of
his
hand
that
he
was
engaged
in
finishing
the
strange
disfigurement
which
he
had
begun
.
