Classic Audiobook Collection - The Jewel of Seven Stars by Bram Stoker ~ Full Audiobook [horror]

Episode Date: October 27, 2022

The Jewel of Seven Stars by Bram Stoker audiobook. Genre: horror In The Jewel of Seven Stars, Bram Stoker turns from the vampire-haunted nights of Transylvania to the dust and incense of Egyptology, where the past refuses to stay buried. Malcolm Ross, a young Englishman drawn into an unusual household, finds himself at the center of a tense and glittering mystery when the celebrated archaeologist Abel Trelawny is discovered grievously injured beside an ancient, newly acquired mummy. As Ross and Trelawny's determined daughter, Margaret, sift through cryptic documents, strange relics, and unsettling coincidences, they uncover a carefully pieced-together theory about an Egyptian queen whose power may have reached beyond death itself. The closer they come to understanding the meaning of a legendary jewel and the purpose of a secret, midnight experiment, the more their rational explanations crumble under the weight of eerie signs, unexplained influences, and a growing sense that something is watching from the shadows. Blending Victorian scientific ambition with occult dread, Stoker crafts a tale of obsession, forbidden knowledge, and the perilous boundary between discovery and sacrilege. For ad-free listening try our premium subscription Chapters (Approximate) (00:00:00) Chapter 01 (00:27:51) Chapter 02 (00:53:22) Chapter 03 (01:24:05) Chapter 04 (01:55:04) Chapter 05 (02:29:33) Chapter 06 (03:04:07) Chapter 07 (03:35:31) Chapter 08 (04:03:11) Chapter 09 (04:35:13) Chapter 10 (05:12:14) Chapter 11 (05:43:09) Chapter 12 (06:12:11) Chapter 13 (06:46:43) Chapter 14 (07:21:34) Chapter 15 (07:52:59) Chapter 16 (08:28:03) Chapter 17 (09:03:17) Chapter 18 (09:32:42) Chapter 19 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

the jewel of seven stars by bram stoker chapter i a summons in the night it all seemed so real that i could hardly imagine that it had ever occurred before and yet each episode came not as a fresh step in the logic of things but as something expected it is in such a wise that memory plays its pranks for good or ill for pleasure or pain for wheel or or woe it is thus that life is bitter sweet and that which has been done becomes eternal again the light skiff ceasing to shoot through the lazy water as when the oars flashed and dripped glided out of the fierce july sunlight into the cool shade of the great drooping willow branches i standing up in the swaying boat she sitting still and with deft fingers guarding herself from stray twigs or the the freedom of the resilience of moving bows. Again, the water looked golden-brown under the canopy of translucent green, and the grassy bank was of emerald hue. Again we sat in the cool shade, with the myriad noises of nature, both without and within our bower, merging into that drowsy hum in whose sufficing environment the great world with its disturbing trouble

and its more disturbing joys, can be effectually forgotten. Again, in that blissful solitude, the young girl lost the convention of her prim narrow upbringing and told me in a natural, dreamy way of the loneliness of her new life. With an undertone of sadness, she made me feel how, in that spacious home, each one of the household was isolated by the personal magnificence of her father and herself.

That there confidence had no altar, and sympathy no shrine, and that there even her father's face was as distant as the old country life seemed now. Once more, the wisdom of my manhood and the experience of my years laid themselves at the girl's feet. It was seemingly their own doing,

for the individual I had no say in the matter, but only just obeyed imperative orders. And once again, the flying seconds multiplied themselves endlessly. For it is in the arcana of dreams that existence merge and renew themselves, change and yet keep the same, like the soul of a musician in a fugue. And so memory swooned again and again in sleep. It seems that there is never to be any perfect rest. even in eden the snake rears its head among the laden bows of the tree of knowledge the silence of the dreamless night is broken by the roar of the avalanche the hissing of sudden floods

the clanging of the engine bell marking its sweep through a sleeping american town the clanking of distant paddles over the sea whatever it is it is breaking the charm of my eden the canopy of greenery above us starred with diamond points of light seems to quiver in the ceaseless bead of paddles and the restless bells seems as though it would never cease all at once the gates of sleep were thrown wide open and my waking ears took in the cause of the disturbing sounds waking existence is prosaic enough there was somebody knocking and ringing at some one street door i was pretty well accustomed in my germain street chambers to passing sounds usually i did not concern myself sleeping or waking with the doings however noisy of my neighbors but this noise was too continuous too insistent too imperative to be ignored there was some active intelligence behind that ceaseless sound and some stress or need behind the intelligence i was not altogether selfish and at the thought of some one's need i was without premeditation out of bed instinctively i looked at my watch it was just three o'clock there was a faint edging of gray round the green blind which darkened my room it was evident that the knocking and ringing were at the door of our own house and it was evident too that there was no one awake to answer the call i slipped on my dressing-gown and slippers and went down to the hall door when i opened it there stood a dapper groom with one hand pressed unflinchingly on the electric bell whilst with the other he raised a ceaseless clangler with the knocker

the instant he saw me the noise ceased one hand went up instinctively to the brim of his hat and the other produced a letter from his pocket a neat broham was opposite the door the horses were breathing heavily as though they had come fast a policeman with his night lantern still alight at his belt stood by attracted to the spot by the noise beg pardon sir i'm sorry for disturbing you but my orders was imperative i was not to lose a moment but to knock and ring till some one came may i ask you sir if mr malcolm ross lives here i am mr malcolm ross then this letter is for you sir and the broham is for you too sir i took with a strange curiosity the letter which he handed to me as a barrister i had had of course odd experiences now and then including sudden demands upon my time but never anything like this i stepped back into the hall closing the door too, but leaving it ajar, then I switched on the electric light. The letter was directed in a strange hand, a woman's. It began at once without, dear sir, or any such address. You said you would like to help me if I needed it, and I believe you meant what you said.

The time has come sooner than I expected. I am in dreadful trouble, and do not know where to turn, or to whom to apply. An attempt has, I fear, been made to murder my father, though, thank God, he still lives. But he is quite unconscious. The doctors and police have been sent for, but there is no one here whom I can depend on. Come at once, if you are able to, and forgive me if you can.

I suppose I shall realize later what I have done in asking such a favor, but at present I cannot think. come come at once margaret trillani pain and exultation struggled in my mind as i read but the mastering thought was that she was in trouble and had called on me me my dreaming of her then was not altogether without a cause i called out to the groom wait i shall be with you in a minute then i flew upstairs a very few minutes sufficed to wash and dress and we were soon driving through the streets as fast as the horses could go it was market morning and when we got out on piccadilly there was an endless stream of carts coming from the west but for the rest of the roadway was clear and we went quickly i had told the groom to come into the broham with me so that he could tell me what had happened as we went along he sat awkwardly with his hat on his knees as he spoke miss trelawney sir sent a man to tell us to get out a carriage at once and when we was ready she come herself and gave me the letter and told morgan the coachman sir to fly she said as i was to lose not a second but to keep knocking till some one come yes i know i know you told me what i want to know is why i was to lose not a second but to keep knocking till someone come yes i know i know you told me what i want to know is why i'm

she sent for me. What happened in the house? I don't quite know myself, sir, except that master was found in his room senseless, with the sheets all bloody and a wound on his head. He couldn't be wake no how, twas Miss Trelawney herself has found him. How did she suppose to find him at such an hour? It was late in the night, I suppose? I don't know, sir. I didn't hear nothing at all of the details. as he could tell me no more i stopped the carriage for a moment to let him get out on the box then i turned the matter over in my mind as i sat alone there were many things which i could have asked the servant and for a few moments after he had gone i was angry with myself for not having used my opportunity on second thought however i was glad the temptation was gone i felt that it would be more delicate to learn what i wanted to know of mr chelani's surroundings from herself rather than from her servants we bowled swiftly along knightsbridge the small noise of our well-appointed vehicle sounding hollowly in the morning air

we turned up the kensington palace road and presently stopped opposite a great house on the left-hand side nearer so far as i could judge the nodding hill than the kensington end of the avenue it was a truly fine house not only with regard to size but to architecture even in the dim gray light of the morning which tends to diminish the size of things it looked big miss trelawney met me in the hall she was not in any way shy she seemed to rule all around her with a sort of high-bred dominance all the more remarkable as she was greatly agitated and as pale as snow in the great hall were several servants the men standing together near the hall door and the women clinging together in the further corners and doorways a police superintendent had been talking to miss trelawney two men in uniform and one plainclothesman stood near him as she took my hand impulsively there was a look of relief in her eyes and she gave a gentle sigh of relief her salutation was simple i knew you would come the clasp of the hand can mean a great deal even when it is not intended to mean anything especially miss trelawney's hand somehow became lost in my own it was not that it was a small hand it was fine and flexible with long, delicate fingers. A rare and beautiful hand.

It was the unconscious self-surrender. And though at the moment I could not dwell on the cause of the thrill which swept me, it came back to me later. She turned and said to the police superintendent, This is Mr. Malcolm Ross. The police officer saluted as he answered, I know Mr. Malcolm Ross, miss.

Perhaps he will remember I had the honor of working, with him in the brixton coining case i had not at first glance noticed who it was my whole attention having been taken with miss trelawney of course superintendent dolan i remember very well i said as we shook hands i could not but note that the acquaintanceship seemed a relief to miss trelawney there was a certain vague uneasiness in her manner which took my attention instinctively I felt that it would be less embarrassing for her to speak with me alone. So I said to the superintendent, "'Perhaps it will be better if Miss Trelawney will see me alone for a few minutes. You, of course, have already heard all she knows, and I shall understand better how things are, if I may ask some questions.

I will then talk the matter over with you, if I may.' "'I shall be glad to be of what service I can, sir,' he answered heartily. following miss trelawney i moved over to a dainty room which opened from the hall and looked out on the garden at the back of the house when we had entered and i had closed the door she said i will thank you later for your goodness in coming to me in my trouble but at present you can best help me when you know the facts go on i said tell me all you know and spare no detail however trivial it may at the present time seemed to be. She went on at once. I was awakened by some sound. I do not know what. I only know that it came through my sleep, for all at once I found myself awake, with my heart beating wildly, listening anxiously for some sound from my father's room. My room is next father's, and I can often hear him moving about before I fall asleep. He works late at night, sometimes very late in

indeed, so that when I wake early, as I do occasionally, or in the gray of the dawn, I hear him still moving. I tried once to remonstrate with him about staying up so late, as it cannot be good for him, but I never ventured to repeat the experiment. You know how stern and cold he can be, at least you may remember what I told you about him, and when he is polite in this mood, he is dreadful. When he is angry, I can bear it much better. But when he is slow and deliberate, and the side of his mouth lifts up to show the sharp teeth,

I think I feel, well, I don't know how. Last night I got up softly and stole to the door, for I really feared to disturb him. There was not any noise of moving, and no kind of cry at all, but there was a queer kind of dragging sound, and a slow, heavy breathing. Oh, it was dreadful, waiting there in the dark and the silence, and fearing,

fearing I did not know what! At last I took my courage, a de man, and turning the handle as softly as I could, I opened the door a tiny bit. It was quite dark within, I could just see the outline of the windows. But in the darkness, the sound of breathing, becoming more distinct, was a positive. as I listened this continued, but there was no other sound. I pushed the door open all at once. I was afraid to open it slowly. I felt as if there might be some dreadful thing behind it ready to

pounce out on me. Then I switched on the electric light and stepped into the room. I looked first at the bed. The sheets were all crumpled up so that I knew father had been in bed, but there was a a great dark red patch in the center of the bed and spreading to the edge of it that made my heart stand still. As I was gazing at it, the sound of the breathing came across the room, and my eyes followed to it. There was father on his right side, with the other arm under him, just as if his dead body had been thrown there all in a heap. The track of blood went across the room up to the bed, and there was a pool all around it. him which looked terribly red and glittering as I bent over to examine him.

The place where he lay was right in front of the big safe. He was in his pajamas. The left sleeve was torn, showing his bare arm and stretched out toward the safe. It looked, oh, so terrible, patched all with blood, and with the flesh torn or cut all around a gold-chain bangle on his wrist. I did not know he wore such a thing, and it seemed to give me a new shock of surprise. She paused a moment, and as I wished to relieve her by a moment's divergence of thought, I said,

Oh, that need not surprise you. You will see the most unlikely men wearing bangles. I have seen a judge condemn a man to death, and the wrist of the hand he held up had a gold bangle. She did not seem to heed much. the words or the idea the pause however relieved her somewhat and she went on in a steadier voice i did not lose a moment in summoning aid for i feared he might bleed to death i rang the bell and then went out and called for help as loudly as i could in what must have been a very short time though it seemed an incredibly long one to me some of the servants came running up and then others till the room seemed to me full of staring eyes and dishelled hair and night clothes of all sorts.

We lifted father on a sofa, and the housekeeper, Mrs. Grant, who seemed to have her wits about her more than any of us, began to look where the flow of blood came from. In a few seconds it became apparent that it came from the arm which was bare. There was a deep wound, not clean cut as with a knife, but like a jagged rent, or tear, close to the wrist, which seemed to have cut into the vein. Mrs. Grant tied a handkerchief round the cut, and screwed it up tight with a silver paper

cutter, and the flow of blood seemed to be checked at once. By this time I had come to my senses, or such of them as remained, and I sent off one man for the doctor and another for the police. when they had gone i felt that except for the servants i was all alone in the house and that i knew nothing of my father or anything else and a great longing came to me to have someone with me who could help me then i thought of you and your kind offer in the boat under the willow-tree and without waiting to think i told the men to get a carriage ready at once and i scribbled a note and sent it on to you she paused i did not like to say just then anything of how i felt i looked at her i think she understood for her eyes were raised to mine for a moment and then fell leaving her cheeks as red as peony roses with a manifest effort she went on with her story the doctor was with us in an incredibly short time the groom had met him letting himself into his house with his latch-key and he came here running he made a proper tourniquet for poor father's arm and then went home to get some appliances i dare say he will be back almost immediately then a policeman came and sent a message to the station and very soon the superintendent was here then you came there was a long pause and i ventured to take her hand for an instant without a word more we opened the door and joined the superintendent in the hall

he hurried up to us saying as he came i have been examining everything myself and have sent off a message to scotland yard you see mr ross there seemed so much that was odd about the case that i thought we had better have the best man of the criminal investigation department that we could get so i sent a note asking to have sergeant daw sent at once you remember him sir in that american poisoning case at hoxton oh yes i said i remember him well in that and other cases for i have benefited several times by his skill and acumen he has a mind that works as truly as any that i know when i have been for the defence and believed my man was innocent i was glad he was glad he has a mind that works as truly as any that i know when i have been for the defence and believed my man was innocent i was glad glad to have him against us. That is high praise, sir, said the superintendent, gratified. I am glad you approve of my choice, that I did well in sending for him. I answered heartily, could not be better. I do not doubt that between you we shall get at the facts and what lies behind them.

We ascended to Mr. Trelawney's room, where we found everything exactly as his daughter had described. There came a ring at the house bell, and a minute later a man was shown into the room. A young man with aquiline features, keen gray eyes, and a forehead that stood out square and broad as that of a thinker. In his hand he had a black bag which he at once opened. Miss Trelawney introduced us. Dr. Winchester, Mr. Ross, Superintendent Dolan. We bowed mutual. and he, without a moment's delay, began his work.

We all waited and eagerly watched him as he proceeded to dress the wound. As he went on, he turned now and again to call the superintendent's attention to some point about the wound, the latter proceeding to enter the fact at once in his notebook. See? Several parallel cuts or scratches beginning on the left side of the wrist

and in some places endangering the re-engering the radial artery. These small wounds here, deep and jagged, seem as if made with a blunt instrument. This, in particular, would seem as if made with some kind of sharp wedge. The flesh round it seems torn as if with lateral pressure. Turning to Miss Trelawney, he said presently,

Do you think we might remove this bangle? It is not absolutely necessary, as it will fall lower on the wrist where it can hang loosely, but it might add to the patient's comfort later on. The poor girl flushed deeply as she answered in a low voice. I do not know. I have only recently come to live with my father, and I know so little of his life or his ideas

that I fear I can hardly judge in such a matter. The doctor, after a keen glance at her, said in a very kindly way, forgive me, I did not know, but in any case you need not be distressed. It is not required at present to move it. Were it so, I should do so at once on my own responsibility. If it be necessary later on, we can easily remove it with a file. Your father, doubtless, has some object in keeping it as it is. See, this is a tiny key attached to it. As he was speaking, he stopped and stopped and bent lower, taking from my hand the candle which I held and lowering it till its light fell on

the bangle. Then, motioning me to hold the candle in the same position, he took from his pocket a magnifying glass which he adjusted. When he had made a careful examination, he stood up and handed the magnifying glass to Dolan, saying as he did so, "'You had better examine it yourself. That is no ordinary bangle.' the gold is wrought over triple steel lengths see where it is worn away it is manifestly not meant to be removed lightly and it would need more than an ordinary file to do it the superintendent bent his great body but not getting close enough that way knelt down by the sofa as the doctor had done he examined the bangle minutely turning it slowly around so that no particle of it escaped observation. Then he stood up and handed the magnifying glass to me. When you have examined it yourself, he said, let the lady look at it if she will,

and he commenced to write at length in his notebook. I made a simple alteration in his suggestion. I held out the glass toward Miss Trelawney, saying, Had you not better examine it first? She drew back, slightly raised, her hand in disclaimer as she said impulsively oh no father would doubtless have shown it to me had he wished me to see it i would not like to without his consent then she added doubtless fearing lest her delicacy of view should give offence to the rest of us of course it is right that you should see it you have to examine and consider everything and indeed indeed i am grateful to you she turned to you she turned away i could see that she was crying quietly it was evident to me that even in the midst of her trouble and anxiety there was a chagrin that she knew so little of her father and that her ignorance had to be shown at such a time and amongst so many strangers that they were all men did not make the shame more easy to bear though there was a certain relief in it trying to interpret her feelings i could not but think that she must have been glad that no woman's eyes of understanding greater than man's were upon her in that hour when i stood up from my examination which verified to me that of the doctor the latter resumed his place beside the couch and went on with his ministrations superintendent dolan said to me in a whisper i think we are fortunate in our doctor

i nodded and was about to add something in praise of his acumen when there came a low tapping at the door end of chapter one recording by roger maline chapter two of the jewel of seven stars this libervox recording is in the public domain recording by roger maline the jewel of seven stars by bram stoker chapter two strange instructions superintendent dolan went quietly to the door by a sort of natural understanding he had taken possession of affairs in the room the rest of us waited he opened the door a little way and then with a gesture of manifest relief threw it wide and a young man stepped in a young man clean-shaven tall and slight with an eagle face and bright quick eyes that seemed to take in everything around him at a glance as he came in the superintuitive held out his hand. The two men shook hands warmly. "'I came at once, sir, the moment I got your message. I am glad I still have your confidence.' "'That you'll always have,' said the superintendent heartily.

"'I have not forgotten our old Bow Street days, and I never shall.' Then, without a word of preliminary, he began to tell everything he knew up to the moment of the newcomer's entry. Sergeant Daw asked a few questions, a very few, when it was necessary for his understanding of circumstances or the relative positions of persons, but as a rule, Dolan, who knew his work thoroughly, forestalled every query and explained all necessary matters as he went on. sergeant daw threw occasionally swift glances around him now at one of us now at the room or some part of it now at the wounded man lying senseless on the sofa when the superintendent had finished the sergeant turned to me and said perhaps you remember me sir i was with you in that hoxton case i remember you very well i said as i held out my hand The superintendent spoke again. You understand, Sergeant Daw, that you are put in full charge of this case.

Under you, I hope, sir, he interrupted. The other shook his head and smiled, as he said. It seems to me that this is a case that will take all a man's time and his brains. I have other work to do, but I shall be more than interested, and if I can help in any possible way, I shall be glad to do so. all right sir said the other accepting his responsibility with a sort of modified salute straightway he began his investigation first he came over to the doctor and having learned his name and address asked him to write a full report which he could use and which he could refer to headquarters if necessary dr winchester bowed gravely as he promised then the sergeant approached me and said sotovochi i like the look of your doctor i think we can work together turning to miss trelawney he asked

please let me know what you can of your father his ways of life his history in fact of anything of whatsoever kind which interests him or in which he may be concerned i was about to interrupt to tell him what she had already said of her ignorance in all matters of her father in his ways, but her warning hand was raised to me pointedly, and she spoke herself. Alas, I know little or nothing. Superintendent Dolan and Mr. Ross know already all I can say. Well, ma'am, we must be content to do what we can, said the officer genially. I'll begin by making a minute examination. You say that you were outside the door when you heard the noise? I was in my room when I heard the queer sound. Indeed, it must have been the early part of whatever it was which woke me. I came out of my room at once. Father's door was shut, and I could see the whole landing and the upper slopes of the staircase. No one could have left by the door unknown to me, if that is what you mean.

That is just what I do mean, miss. If everyone who knows anything will tell me as well as that, shall soon get to the bottom of this." He then went over to the bed, looked at it carefully, and asked, "'Has the bed been touched?' "'Not to my knowledge,' said Miss Trelawney. "'But I shall ask Mrs. Grant, the housekeeper,' she added as she rang the bell. Mrs. Grant answered it in person. "'Come in,' said Miss Trelawney.

gentlemen want to know, Mrs. Grant, if the bed has been touched. "'No, by me, ma'am!' Then, said Miss Trelawney, turning to Sergeant Daw, "'it cannot have been touched by anyone. Either Mrs. Grant or I myself was here all the time, and I do not think any of the servants who came when I gave the alarm were near the bed at all. You see, Father lay here just under the great safe, and everyone crowded round him.

We sent them all away in a very short time. Daw, with a motion of his hand, asked us all to stay at the other side of the room, whilst with a magnifying glass he examined the bed, taking care as he moved each fold of the bedclothes to replace it in exact position. Then he examined with his magnifying glass the floor beside it, taking especial pains where the blood had trickled over the side of the bed, which was of heavy red wood, handsomely carved. Inch by inch down on his knees, carefully avoiding any touch with the

stains on the floor, he followed the blood marks over to the spot, close under the great safe, where the body had lain. All around and about this spot he went for a radius of some yards, but seemingly did not meet with anything to arrest special attention. Then he examined the front of the safe, round the lock, and along the bottom of the bottom and top of the double doors more especially at the places of their touching in front next he went to the windows which were fastened down with the hasps were the shutters closed he asked miss trelawney in a casual way as though he expected the negative answer which came all this time dr winchester was attending to his patient now dressing the wounds in the wrist or making minute examination all over the head and throat and over the heart. More than once he put his nose to the mouth of the senseless man and sniffed.

Each time he did so, he finished up by unconsciously looking round the room, as though in search of something. Then we heard the deep, strong voice of the detective. So far as I can see, the object was to bring that key to the lock of the safe. There seems to be some secret in the mechanism. that I am unable to guess at, though I served a year in Chubbs before I joined the police.

It is a combination lock of seven letters, but there seems to be a way of locking even the combination. It is one of Chatwoods. I shall call at their place and find out something about it. Then, turning to the doctor, as though his own work were for the present done, he said, "'Have you anything you can tell me at once, doctor,

which will not interfere with your full report? If there is any doubt, I can wait, but the sooner I know something definite, the better. Dr. Winchester answered at once. For my own part, I see no reason in waiting. I shall make a full report, of course. But in the meantime, I shall tell you all I know, which is, after all, not very much,

and all I think, which is less definite. There is no wound on the head which could account for the state of stupor in which the patient continues i must therefore take it that either he has been drugged or is under some hypnotic influence so far as i can judge he has not been drugged at least by means of any drug of whose qualities i am aware of course there is ordinarily in this room so much of a mummy smell that it is difficult to be certain about anything having a delicate aroma i dare say that you have noticed the peculiar egyptians scents bitumen nard aromatic gums and spices and so forth it is quite possible that somewhere in this room amongst the curios and hidden by stronger scents is some substance or liquid which may have the effect we see it is possible that the patient has taken some drug and that he may in some sleeping face have injured himself i do not think this is likely and circumstances other than noise which i have myself been investigating may prove that this surmise is not correct but in the meantime it is possible and must till it be disproved be kept within our purview here sergeant daw interrupted

that may be but if so we should be able to find the instrument with which the wrist was injured there would be marks of blood somewhere exactly so said the doctor fixing his glasses as though preparing for an argument but if it be that the patient has used some strange drug it may be one that does not take effect at once as we are as yet ignorant of its potentialities if indeed the whole surmise is correct at all we must be prepared at all points here miss trelawney joined in the conversation that would be quite right so far as the action of the drug was concerned but according to the second part of your surmise the first of your surmise the first thing the wound may have been self-inflicted, and this after the drug had taken effect." "'True,' said the detective and the doctor simultaneously. She went on. "'As, however, doctor, your guest does not exhaust the possibilities, we must bear in mind that some other variant of the same root idea may be correct.

I take it, therefore, that our first search, to be made on this assumption, must be for the weapon with which the injury was done to my father's wrist. Perhaps he put the weapon in the safe before he became quite unconscious, said I, giving voice foolishly to a half-formed thought. That could not be, said the doctor quickly. At least I think it could hardly be, he added cautiously with a brief bow to me. You see, the left hand is covered with blood, but there is no blood mark whatever on the side.

safe. Quite right, I said, and there was a long pause. The first to break the silence was the doctor. We shall want a nurse here as soon as possible, and I know the very one to suit. I shall go at once to get her, if I can. I must ask that, till I return, some of you will remain constantly with the patient. It may be necessary to remove him to another room later on, but in the meantime he is best left here. Miss Trelawney, may I take it that either you or Mrs. Grant will remain here? Not merely in the room, but close to the patient, and watchful of him, till I return? She bowed in reply and took a seat beside the sofa.

The doctor gave her some directions as to what she should do in case her father should become conscious before his return. The next to move was Superintendent Dolan, who came close to Sergeant Daw, as he said, I had better return now to the station, unless, of course, you should wish me to remain for a while. He answered, Is Johnny Wright still in your division? Yes, would you like him to be with you? The other nodded reply. Then I will send him on to you as soon as can be arranged. he shall then stay with you as long as you wish i will tell him that he is to take his instructions entirely from you the sergeant accompanied him to the door saying as he went

thank you sir you are always thoughtful for men who are working with you it is a pleasure to me to be with you again i shall go back to scotland yard and report to my chief then i shall call at chatwood's and i shall return here as soon as possible I suppose I may take it, miss, that I may put up here for a day or two if required. It may be some help, or possibly some comfort to you, if I am about, until we unravel this mystery. I shall be very grateful to you. He looked keenly at her for a few seconds before he spoke again. Before I go, have I permission to look about your father's table and desk? there might be something which would give us a clue or a lead at all events her answer was so unequivocal as almost to surprise him you have the fullest possible permission to do anything which may help us in this dreadful trouble to discover what it is that is wrong with my father or which may shield him in the future he began at once a systematic search of the dressing-table and after that of the writing-table

table in the room. In one of the drawers he found a letter sealed. This he brought at once across the room and handed to Miss Trelawney. A letter directed to me, and in my father's hand, she said as she eagerly opened it. I watched her face as she began to read, but seeing at once that Sergeant Daw kept his keen eyes on her face, unflinchingly watching every flitting express, I kept my eyes henceforth fixed on his. When Miss Trelawney had read her letter through, I had in my mind a conviction, which, however, I kept locked in my own heart. Amongst the suspicions in the mind of the detective was one,

rather perhaps potential than definite, of Miss Trelawney herself. For several minutes, Miss Trelawney held the letter in her hand with her eyes downcast, thinking. then she read it carefully again this time the varying expressions were intensified and i thought i could easily follow them when she had finished the second reading she paused again then though with some reluctance she handed the letter to the detective he read it eagerly but with unchanging face read it a second time and then handed it back with a bow she paused a little again and then handed it to me as she did so she raised her eyes to mine for a single moment appealingly a swift blush spread over her pale cheeks and forehead with mingled feelings i took it but all said i was glad she did not show any perturbation in giving the letter to the detective she might not have shown any to any one else but to me i feared to follow the thought further but read on conscious that the eyes of both miss trelawney and the detective were fixed on me my dear daughter i want you to take this letter as an insults you take this letter as an insults you to take this letter as an insult Instruction, absolute and imperative, and admitting of no deviation whatsoever, in case anything untoward or unexpected by you or by others should happen to me.

If I should be suddenly and mysteriously stricken down, either by sickness, accident, or attack, you must follow these directions implicitly. if i am not already in my bedroom when you are made cognizant of my state i am to be brought there as quickly as possible even should i be dead my body is to be brought there thenceforth until i am either conscious and able to give instructions on my own account or buried i am never to be left alone not for a single instant from nightfall to sunrise at least two persons must remain in the room it will be well that a trained nurse be in the room from time to time and will note any symptoms either permanent or changing which may strike her my solicitors marvin and jukes of twenty seven b lincoln's inn have full instructions in case of my death and mr marvin has himself undertaken to see personally my wishes carried out i should advise you my dear daughter seeing that you have no relative to apply to to to get some friend whom you can trust to either remain within the house where instant communication can be made or to come nightly to aid in the watching or to be within call such friend may be either male or female but whichever it may be there should be added one other watcher or attendant at hand of the opposite sex understand that it is of the very essence of my wish that there should be awake and exercising themselves to my purposes both masculine and feminine intelligences

once more my dear margaret let me impress on you the need for observation and just reasoning to conclusions howsoever strange if i am taken ill or injured this will be no ordinary occasion and i wish to warn you so that your guarding may be complete nothing in my room i speak of the curios must be removed or displaced in any way or for any cause whatever i have a special reason and a special purpose in the placing of each so that any moving of them would thwart my plans should you want money or counsel in anything mr marvin will carry out your wishes to the which he has my full instructions abel trelawney i read the letter a second time before speaking for i feared to betray myself the choice of a friend might be a momentous occasion for me i had already ground for hope that she had asked me to help her in the first throw of her trouble but love makes its own doubtings and i feared my thoughts seemed a whirl with light rapidity and in a few seconds a whole process of reasoning became formulated i must not volunteer to be the friend that the father advised his daughter to have to aid her in her vigil and yet that one glance had a lesson which i must not ignore also did not she when she wanted help send to me to me a stranger except for one meeting at a dance and one brief afternoon of companion on the river would it not humiliate her to make her ask me twice humiliate her no that pain i could at all event save her it is not humiliation to refuse so as i handed her back the letter i said

i know you will forgive me miss trelawney if i presume too much but if you'll permit me to aid in the watching i shall be proud though the occasion is a sad one, I shall be so far happy to be allowed the privilege. Despite her manifest and painful effort at self-control, the red tide swept her face and neck. Even her eyes seemed suffused, and in stern contrast with her pale cheeks when the tide had rolled back. She answered in a low voice, I shall be very grateful for your help. Then, in an afterthought, she asked.

but you must not let me be selfish in my need i know you have many duties to engage you and though i shall value your help highly most highly it would not be fair to monopolize your time as to that i answered at once my time is yours i can for to-day easily arrange my work so that i can come here in the afternoon and stay till morning after that if the occasion still demands it i can can so arrange my work that I shall have more time still at my disposal. She was much moved. I could see the tears gather in her eyes, and she turned away her head. The detective spoke. I am glad you will be here, Mr. Ross. I shall be in the house myself, as Miss Trelawney will allow me, if my people in Scotland Yard will permit. That letter seems to put a different complexion on everything, though the mystery remains greater than ever.

If you can wait here an hour or two, I shall go to headquarters, and then to the safe makers. After that, I shall return, and you can go away easier in your mind, for I shall be here. When he had gone, we too, Miss Trelawney and I,

remained in silence. At last, she raised her eyes and looked at me for a moment. after that i would not have exchanged places with a king for a while she busied herself round the extemporized bedside of her father then asking me to be sure not to take my eyes off him till she returned she hurried out in a few minutes she came back with mrs grant and two maids and a couple of men who bore the entire frame and furniture of a light iron bed this they proceeded to put together and to make when the work was completed and the servants had withdrawn she said to me it will be well to be already when the doctor returns he will surely want to have father put to bed and a proper bed will be better for him than the sofa she then got a chair close beside her father and sat down watching him i went about the room taking accurate note of all i saw and truly there were enough things in the room to evoke the curiosity of any man even though the attendant circumstances were less strange the whole place excepting those articles of furniture necessary to a well-furnished bedroom was filled with magnificent curios

chiefly Egyptian. As the room was of immense size, there was opportunity for the placing of a large number of them, even if, as with these, they were of huge proportions. Whilst I was still investigating the room, there came the sound of wheels on the gravel outside the house. There was a ring at the hall door, and a few minutes later, after a preliminary tap at the door

and an answering, come in, Dr. Winchester entered, followed by a young woman in the dark dress of a nurse. I have been fortunate, he said as he came in. I found her at once and free. Miss Trelawney, this is Nurse Kennedy. End of Chapter 2. Recording by Roger Maline. Chapter 3 of the Jewel of Seven Stars.

This Libervox recording is in the public domain. by Roger Malim. The Jewel of Seven Stars by Bram Stoker. Chapter 3. The Watchers I was struck by the way the two young women looked at each other. I suppose I have been so much in the habit of weighing up in my own mind, the personality of witnesses, and of forming judgment by their unconscious action and mode of bearing themselves, that the habit extends to my life outside as well as within.

the courthouse. At this moment of my life, anything that interested Miss Trelawney interested me, and as she had been struck up by the newcomer, I instinctively weighed her up also. By comparison of the two, I seemed somehow to gain a new knowledge of Miss Trelawney. Certainly, the two women made a good contrast. Miss Trelawney was of fine figure, dark, straight, featured. She had marvelous eyes, great, wide open, and as black and soft as velvet, with a mysterious depth. To look in them was like gazing at a black mirror, such as Dr. D. used in his wizard rites. I heard an old gentleman at the picnic, a great oriental traveler, described the effect of her eyes, as looking at night at the great distant lamps of a mosque

through the open door. The eyebrows were typical, finely arched and rich in long curling hair. They seemed like the proper architectural environment of the deep, splendid eyes. Her hair was black also, but was as fine as silk.

Generally, black hair is a type of animal strength and seems as if some strong expression of the forces of a strong nature, but in this case, there could be no such thought. There were refinement and high breeding, and though there was no suggestion of weakness, any sense of power there was was rather spiritual than animal. The whole harmony of her being seemed complete. Carriage, figure, hair, eyes, the mobile, full mouth, whose scarlet lips and white teeth seemed to light up the lower part of the face, as the eyes.

did the upper. The wide sweep of the jaw from chin to ear, the long, fine fingers, the hand which seemed to move from the wrist as though it had a sentience of its own. All these perfections went to make up a personality that dominated either by its grace, its sweetness, its beauty, or its charm. Nurse Kennedy, on the other hand, was rather under than over a woman's average height. She was firm and thick-set, with full limbs and broad, strong, capable hands. Her color was in the general effect that of an autumn leaf. The yellow-brown hair was thick and long, and the golden-brown eyes sparkled from the freckled sunburnt skin. Her rosy cheeks gave a general idea of rich brown. The red lips and white teeth did not all

alter the color scheme, but only emphasized it. She had a snub nose. There was no possible doubt about it. But like such noses in general, it showed a nature generous, untiring, and full of good nature. Her broad white forehead, which even the freckles had spared, was full of forceful thought and reasoned. Dr. Winchester had on their journey from the hospital, coached her in the necessary. particulars, and without a word she took charge of the patient and set to work. Having examined the new-made bed and shaken the pillows, she spoke to the doctor, who gave

instructions. Presently, we all four, stepping together, lifted the unconscious man from the sofa. Early in the afternoon, when Sergeant Daw had returned, I called at my rooms in Germine Street and sent out such clothes, books, and papers as I should be likely to want within a few days. Then I went on to keep my legal engagements. The court sat late that day as an important case was ending. It was striking six as I drove in at the gate of the Kensington Palace Road. I found myself installed in a large room close to the sick chamber. That night we were not yet regularly organized for watching so that the early part of the evening showed an unevenly balanced guard.

Nurse Kennedy, who had been on duty all day, was lying down as she had arranged to come on again by 12 o'clock. Dr. Winchester, who was dining in the house, remained in the room until dinner was announced and went back at once when it was over. during dinner mrs grant remained in the room and with her sergeant daw who wished to complete a minute examination which he had undertaken of everything in the room and near it at nine o'clock miss trelawney and i went in to relieve the doctor she had lain down for a few hours in the afternoon so as to be refreshed for her work at night she told me that she had determined that for this night at least she would sit up and watch i did not try to dissuade her for i knew that her mind was made up then and there i made up my mind that i would watch with her unless of course i should see that she

really did not wish it. I said nothing of my intentions for the present. We came in on tiptoe so silently that the doctor, who was bending over the bed, did not hear us, and seemed a little startled when suddenly looking up he saw our eyes upon him. I felt that the mystery of the whole thing was getting on his nerves, as it had already got on the nerves of some others of us. he was i fancied a little annoyed with himself for having been so startled and at once began to talk in a hurried manner as though to get over our idea of his embarrassment i am really and absolutely at my wits end to find any fit cause for this stupor i have made again as accurate an examination as i know how and i am satisfied that there is no injury to the brain that is no injury to the brain that is no external injury. Indeed, all his vital organs seem unimpaired. I have given him, as you know, food several times, and it has manifestly done him good. His breathing is strong and regular,

and his pulse is slower and stronger than it was this morning. I cannot find evidence of any known drug, and his unconsciousness does not resemble any of the many cases of hypnotic sleep which I saw, in the Charcot Hospital in Paris. And as to these wounds, he laid his finger gently on the bandaged wrist which lay outside the coverlet as he spoke, I do not know what to make of them. They might have been made by a carting machine,

but that supposition is untenable. It is within the bounds of possibility that they might have been made by a wild animal if it had taken care to sharpen its claws. that too is i take it impossible by the way have you any strange pets here in the house anything of an exceptional kind such as a tiger cat or anything out of the common miss trelawney smiled a sad smile which made my heart ache as she made answer oh no father does not like animals about the house unless they are dead and mummied this was said with a touch of bitterness or jealousy i could hardly tell which even my poor kitten was only allowed in the house on sufferance and though he is the dearest and best-conducted cat in the world he is now on a sort of parole and is not allowed into this room as she was speaking a faint rattling of the door handle was heard instantly miss trelawney's face brightened she sprang up and went up and one way

went over to the door, saying as she went, "'There he is! That is my Silvio! He stands on his hind legs and rattles the door handle when he wants to come into a room.' She opened the door, speaking to the cat as though he were a baby. "'Did him want his mother? Come then, but he must stay with her!' She lifted the cat and came back with him in her arms. He was certainly a magnificent animal.

a chinchilla gray persian with long silky hair a really lordly animal with the haughty bearing despite his gentleness and with great paws which spread out as he placed them on the ground whilst she was fondling him he suddenly gave a wriggle like an eel and slipped out of her arms he ran across the room and stood opposite a low table on which stood the mummy of an animal and began to mew and snarl miss chelonnie was after him in an instant and lifted him in her arms kicking and struggling and wriggling to get away but not biting or scratching for evidently he loved his beautiful mistress he ceased to make a noise the moment he was in her arms in a whisper she admonished him oh you naughty sylvio you have broken your parole that mother gave for you now say good-night to the gentleman and come away to mother's room as she was speaking she held out the cat's paw to me to shake as i did so i could not but admire its size and beauty why said i his paw seems like a little boxing glove full of claws she smiled so it ought to don't you notice that my sylvio has seven toes see she opened the paw and surely enough there were seven separate claws each of them sheathed in a delicate fine shell-like case as i gently stroked the foot the claws emerged and one of them accidentally there was no anger now and the cat was purring stuck into my hand

instinctively i said as i drew back why his claws are like razors dr winchester had come close to us and was bending over looking at the cat's claws as i spoke he said in a quick sharp way eh i could hear the quick intake of his breath whilst i was stroking the now quiescent cat the doctor went to the table and tore off a piece of blotting paper from the writing-pad and came back he laid the paper on his palm and with a simple pardon me to miss trelawney placed the cat's paw on it and pressed it down with his other hand the haughty cat seemed to resent somewhat the familiarity and tried to draw its foot away. This was plainly what the doctor wanted, for in the act the cat opened the sheaves of its claws and made several reefs in the soft paper. Then Miss Trelawney took her pet away.

She returned in a couple of minutes. As she came in, she said, It is most odd about that mummy. When Silvio came into the room first, indeed I took him in as a kitten to show. showed a father, he went on just the same way. He jumped up on the table and tried to scratch and bite the mummy. That was what made father so angry and brought the decree of banishment on poor Silvio. Only his parole, given through me, kept him in the house. Whilst she had been gone,

Dr. Winchester had taken the bandage from her father's wrist. The wound was now quite clear, as the separate cuts showed out in fierce red lines. The doctor folded the blotting paper across the line of punctures made by the cat's claws and held it down close to the wound. As he did so, he looked up triumphantly and beckoned us over to him. The cuts in the paper corresponded with the wounds in the wrist. No explanation was needed, as he said, it would have been better if Master Silvio had not broken his parole. We were all silent for a little while. Suddenly, Miss Trelawney said,

But Sylvia was not in here last night. Are you sure? Could you prove that if necessary? She hesitated before replying. I am certain of it, but I fear it would be difficult to prove. sylvia sleeps in a basket in my room i certainly put him to bed last night i remember distinctly laying his little blanket over him and tucking him in this morning i took him out of the basket myself i certainly never noticed him in there though of course that would not mean much for i was too concerned about poor father and too much occupied with him to notice even sylvio the doctor shook his head as he said with a certain sadness well at any rate it is no use trying to prove anything now any cat in the world would have cleaned blood-marks did any exist from his paws in a hundredth part of the time that has elapsed again we were all silent and again the silence was broken by miss trelawney but now that i think of it it could not have been poor

Silvio that injured father. My door was shut when I first heard the sound, and fathers was shut when I listened at it. When I went in, the injury had been done, so that it must have been before Sylvio could possibly have got in. This reasoning commended itself, especially to me as a barrister, for it was proof to satisfy a jury. It gave me a distinct pleasure to have Silvio acquitted of the crime, possibly because he was Miss Trelawney's cat and was loved by her. Happy cat! Silvio's mistress was manifestly pleased, as I said, Verdict! Not guilty! Dr. Winchester, after a pause, observed,

My apologies to Master Silvio on this occasion, but I am still puzzled to know why he is so keen against that mummy. Is he the same toward the other mummies in the house? There are, I suppose, a lot of them. I saw three in the hall as I came in. There are lots of them, she answered. I sometimes don't know whether I'm in a private house or the British Museum. But Silvio never concerns himself about any of them,

except that particular one. I suppose it must be because it is of an animal, not a man or a woman. perhaps it is of a cat said the doctor as he started up and went across the room to look at the mummy more closely yes he went on it is the mummy of a cat and a very fine one too if it hadn't been a special favorite of some very special person it would never have received so much honor see a painted case and obsidian eyes just like a human mummy it is an extraordinary thing that knowledge of kind to kind here is a dead cat that is all it is perhaps four or five thousand years old and another cat of another breed in what is practically another world is ready to fly at it just as it would if it were not dead i should like to experiment a bit about that cat if you don't mind miss chelani she hesitated before replying of course do anything you may think necessary or wise but i hope it will not be anything to hurt or worry my poor sylvia the doctor smiled as he answered oh sylvia would be all right it is the other one that my sympathies would be reserved for how do you mean

master sylvia will do the attacking the other one will do the suffering suffering there was a note of pain in her voice the doctor smiled more broadly oh please make your mind easy as to that the other won't suffer as we understand it except perhaps in his structure and outfit what on earth do you mean simply this my dear young lady that the antagonist will be a mummy cat like this one there are i take it plenty of them to be had in museum street i shall get one and place it here instead of that one you won't think that a temporary exchange will violate your father's instructions i hope we shall then find out to begin with whether sylvia objects to all mummy cats or only to this one in particular particular. I don't know, she said doubtfully. Father's instructions seem very uncompromising. Then, after a pause, she went on.

But, of course, under the circumstances, anything that is to be ultimately for his good must be done. I suppose there can't be anything very particular about the mummy of a cat. Dr. Winchester said nothing. He sat rigid, with so grave a look on his face that his extra gravity passed on to me, and in its enlightening perturbation, I began to realize more than I had yet done

the strangeness of the case in which I was now so deeply concerned. When once this thought had begun, there was no end to it. Indeed, it grew and blossomed, and reproduced itself in a thousand different ways. the room and all in it gave grounds for strange thoughts there were so many ancient relics that unconsciously one was taken back to strange lands and strange times there were so many mummies or mummy objects round which there seemed to cling forever the penetrating odours of bitumen and spices and gums nard and circassia's balmy smells that one was unable to forget the past of course there was but little light in the room and that carefully shaded so that there was no glare anywhere none of that direct light which can manifest itself in the room and that carefully shaded so that there was no glare anywhere none of that direct light which can manifest itself as a power or an entity and so make for companionship the room was a large one and lofty in proportion to its size

in its vastness was place for a multitude of things not often found in a bedchamber in far corners of the room were shadows of uncanny shape more than once as i thought the multitudinous presence of the bedchamber in far corners of the room were shadows of uncanny shape more than once as i thought the multitudinous presence of the dead and the past took such hold on me that i caught myself looking round fearfully as though some strange personality or influence was present even the manifest presence of dr winchester and miss trelawney could not altogether comfort or satisfy me at such moments it was with a distinct sense of relief that i saw a new personality in the room in the shape of nurse kennedy there was no doubt that that businesslike self-reliant capable young woman added an element of security to such wild imaginings as my own she had a quality of common sense that seemed to pervade everything around her as though it were some kind of emanation up to that moment i had been building fancies around the sick man so that finally all about him including myself had become involved in them or enmeshed or saturated or-but now that she had come he relapsed into his proper perspective as a patient the room was a sick room and the shadows lost their fearsome quality the only thing which it could not altogether abrogate was the strange egyptian smell you may put a mummy in a glass case and hermetically seal it so that no corroding air can get within but all the same it will exhale its odor

one might think that four or five thousand years would exhaust the olfactory qualities of anything but experience teaches us that these smells remain and that their secrets are unknown to us to-day they are as much mysteries as they were when the embalmers put the body in the bath of natron all at once i sat up i had become lost in an absorbing reverie the egyptian smell had seemed to get on my nerves, on my memory, on my very will. At that moment I had a thought which was like an inspiration. If I was influenced in such a manner by the smell, might it not be that the sick man, who lived half his life or more in the atmosphere, had gradually, and by slow but sure process, taken into his system something which had permeated him to such degree

that it had a new power derived from quantity or strength, or... I was becoming lost again in a reverie. This would not do. I must take such precaution that I could remain awake or free from such entrancing thought. I had had but half a night sleep last night, and this night I must remain awake. Without stating my intention,

for I feared that I might add to the trouble and uneasiness of Miss Trelawney, I went downstairs and out of the house. I soon found a chemist's shop and came away with a respirator. When I got back, it was ten o'clock. The doctor was going for the night. The nurse came with him to the door of the sick room,

taking her last instructions. Miss Trelawney sat still beside the bed. Sergeant Daw, who had entered as, as the doctor went out, was some little distance off. When Nurse Kennedy joined us, we arranged that she should sit up till two o'clock when Miss Trelawney would relieve her. Thus, in accordance with Mr. Trelawney's instructions,

there would always be a man and a woman in the room, and each one of us would overlap, so that at no time would a new set of watchers come on duty without someone to tell of what, if anything, had occurred. I lay down on a sofa in my own room, having arranged that one of the servants should call me a little before twelve. In a few moments I was asleep. When I was waked, it took me several seconds to get back my thoughts

so as to recognize my own identity and surroundings. The short sleep had, however, done me good, and I could look on things around me in a more practical light than I had been able to do earlier in the evening. I bathed my face and thus refreshed went into the sick room. I moved very softly. The nurse was sitting by the bed, quiet and alert. The detective sat in an armchair across the room in deep shadow.

He did not move when I crossed until I got close to him when he said in a dull whisper, It is all right, I have not been asleep. An unnecessary thing to say, I thought, it always is, unless it be untrue in spirit. When I told him that his watch was over, that he might go to bed till I should call him at six o'clock, he seemed relieved and went with alacrity.

At the door he turned, and coming back to me, said in a whisper, I sleep lightly and I shall have my pistols with me. I won't feel so heavy-handed when I get out of this mummy smell. He too, then, had shared my experience of drowsiness. I asked the nurse if she wanted anything. I noticed that she had a vinaigrette in her lab. Doubtless, she too had felt some of the influence which had so affected me. She said that she had all she required,

but that if she should want anything she would at once let me know i wished to keep her away from noticing my respirator so i went to the chair in the shadow where her back was toward me here i quietly put it on and made myself comfortable for what seemed a long time i sat and thought and thought it was a wild medley of thoughts as might have been expected from the experiences of the previous day and night again i found myself thinking of the egyptian smell and i remember that i felt a delicious satisfaction that i did not experience it as i had done the respirator was doing its work it must have been that the passing of this disturbing thought made for repose of mind which is the corollary of bodily rest for though i really cannot remember being asleep or waking from it i saw a vision i dreamed to dream that i dreamed to be able to be able to rest i saw a vision i dreamed a dream. I scarcely know which. I was still in the room, seated in the chair. I had on my respirator and knew that I breathed freely. The nurse sat in her chair with her back toward me. She sat quite still. The sick man lay as still as the dead. It was rather like the picture of a scene than the reality. All were still and silent, and the stillness, and the stillness

and silence were continuous. Outside, in the distance, I could hear the sounds of a city, the occasional roll of wheels, the shout of a reveller, the far-away echo of whistles and the rumbling of trains. The light was very, very low.

The reflection of it under the green-shaded lamp was a dim relief to the darkness rather than light. The green silk fringe of the lamp had merely the color, of an emerald scene in the moonlight. The room, for all its darkness, was full of shadows. It seemed in my whirling thoughts as though all the real things had become shadows,

shadows which moved, for they passed the dim outline of the high windows, shadows which had sentience. I even thought there was a sound, a faint sound, as of the mew of a cat, the rustle of drapery and a metallic clink as of metal faintly touching metal. I sat as one entranced. At last I felt, as in nightmare, that this was sleep, and that in the passing of its portals all my will had gone. All at once my senses were full awake.

A shriek rang in my ears. The room was filled suddenly with a blaze of light. There was the sound of pistol shots, one, two, and a haze of white smoke in the room. When my waking eyes regained their power, I could have shrieked with horror myself at what I saw before me. End of Chapter 3. Recording by Roger Maline. Chapter 4 of the Jewel of Seven Stars. This Libervox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Roger Malene.

The Jewel of Seven Stars by Bram Stoker. Chapter 4. The Second Attempt The sight which met my eyes had the horror of a dream within a dream, with the certainty of reality added. The room was as I had seen at last, except that the shadowy look had gone in the glare of the many lights, and every article in it stood stark and solidly real. By the empty bed sat Nurse Kennedy. as my eyes had last seen her,

sitting bolt upright in the armchair beside the bed. She had placed a pillow behind her, so that her back might be erect, but her neck was fixed as that of one in a cataleptic trance. She was, to all intents and purposes, turned into stone. There was no special expression on her face, no fear, no horror,

nothing such as might be expected of one in such a condition. condition. Her open eyes showed neither wonder nor interest. She was simply a negative existence, warm, breathing, placid, but absolutely unconscious of the world around her. The bedclothes were disarranged, as though the patient had been drawn from under them without throwing them back. The corner of the upper sheet hung upon the floor, close by it lay one of the bandages with which the doctor had dressed the wounded wrist. Another and another lay further along the floor, as though forming a clue to where the sick man now lay.

This was almost exactly where he had been found on the previous night, under the great safe. Again, the left arm lay toward the safe. But there had been a new outrage, an attempt had been made to sever the arm close to the bangle which held the tiny key. A heavy kukri knife, one of the leaf-shaped knives which the Gurkhas and others of the hill tribes of India use with such effect, had been taken from its place on the wall, and with it the attempt had been made.

It was manifest that just at the moment of striking the blow had been arrested, for only the point of the knife, and not the edge of the blade, had struck the flesh. As it was, the outer side of the arm had been cut to the bow, and the blood was pouring out. In addition, the former wound in front of the arm had been cut or torn about terribly. One of the cuts seemed to jet out blood as if with each pulsation of the heart. By the side of her father knelt Miss Trelawney, her white nightdress stained with the blood in which she knelt.

In the middle of the room, Sergeant Daw, in his shirt and trousers and stocking feet, was putting fresh cartridges into his revolver in a dazed mechanical kind of way. His eyes were red and heavy, and he seemed only half awake, and less than half conscious of what was going on around him. Several servants, bearing lights of various kinds, were clustered round the doorway. As I rose from my chair and came forward, Miss Trelawney raised her eyes toward me. when she saw me she shrieked and started to her feet pointing towards me never shall i forget the strange picture she made with her white drapery all smeared with blood which as she rose from the pool ran in streaks toward her bare feet i believe that i had only been asleep that whatever influence had worked on mr trelawney and nurse kennedy and in less degree on sergeant daw had not touched me

me. The respirator had been of some service, though it had not kept off the tragedy whose dire evidences were before me. I can understand now, I could understand even then, the fright, added to that which had gone before, which my appearance must have evoked. I had still on the respirator, which covered mouth and nose. My hair had been tossed in my sleep. Coming suddenly forward, thus enwrapped and dishelled in that horrified crowd, I must have had, in the strange mixture of lights, an extraordinary and terrifying appearance. It was well that I recognized all this in time to avert another catastrophe, for the half-dazed, mechanically acting detective, put in the cartridges, and had raised his revolver to shoot at me, when I succeeded in wrenching off

the respirator and shouting to. him to hold his hand in this also he acted mechanically the red half-awake eyes had not in them even then the intention of conscious action the danger however was averted the relief of the situation strangely enough came in a simple fashion mrs grant seeing that her young mistress had on only her night-dress had gone to fetch a dressing-gown which she now threw over her. This simple act brought us all back to the region of fact. With a long breath, one and all seemed to devote themselves to the most pressing matter before us, that of stanching the flow of blood from the arm of the wounded man. Even as the thought of action came, I rejoiced,

for the bleeding was very proof that Mr. Trelawney still lived. last night's lesson was not thrown away more than one of those present knew now what to do in such an emergency and within a few seconds willing hands were at work on a tourniquet a man was at once despatched for the doctor and several of the servants disappeared to make themselves respectable we lifted mr trelawney on to the sofa where he had lain yesterday and having done what we could for him turned our attention to the nurse in all the turmoil she had not stirred she sat there as before erect and rigid breathing softly and naturally and with a placid smile as it was manifestly of no use to attempt anything with her till the doctor had come we began to think of the general situation mrs grant had by this time taken her mistress away and changed her clothes for she was back presently in a dressing-gown and slippers and with the traces of blood removed from her hands she was now much calmer though she trembled sadly and her face was ghastly white when she had looked at her father's wrist i holding the tourniquet she turned her eyes round the room resting them now and again on each one of us present in turn but seeming to find no comfort it was so apparent to me that she did not know where to begin or whom to trust that to reassure her i said i am all right now i was only asleep her voice had a gulp in it as she said in a low voice

"'Aslip! You and my father in danger? I thought you were on the watch!' I felt the sting of justice in the reproach, but I really wanted to help her, so I answered, "'Only asleep. It is bad enough, I know, but there is something more than an only round us here. Had it not been that I took a definite precaution, I might have been like the nurse there.' She turned her eyes swiftly on the weird figure, sitting grimly upright like a painted statue, and then her face softened. With the action of habitual courtesy, she said,

"'Forgive me, I did not mean to be rude, but I am in such distress and fear that I hardly know what I'm saying. Oh, it is dreadful. I fear for fresh trouble and horror and mystery every moment.' this cut me to the very heart and out of the heart's fulness i spoke don't give me a thought i don't deserve it i was on guard and yet i slept all that i can say is that i didn't mean to and i tried to avoid it but it was over me before i knew it anyhow it is done now and can't be undone probably some day we may understand it all but now let us try to get at some idea of what it's happened. Tell me what you remember. The effort to recollect seemed a stimulator. She became

calmer as she spoke. I was asleep and woke suddenly with the same horrible feeling on me that father was in great and immediate danger. I jumped up and ran just as I was into his room. It was nearly pitch dark, but as I opened the door, there was light enough to see father's night dress as he lay on the floor under the safe, just as on that first awful night. Then I think I must have gone mad for a moment. She stopped and shuddered. My eyes lit on Sergeant Daw, still fiddling in an aimless way with the revolver. Mindful of my work with the tourniquet, I said calmly,

"'Now tell us, Sergeant Daw, what did you fire at?' The policeman seemed to pull himself together with that. habit of obedience. Looking around at the servants remaining in the room, he said with that air of importance, which, I take it, is the regulation attitude of an official of the law before strangers. Don't you think, sir, that we can allow the servants to go away? We can then better go into the matter. I nodded approval. The servants took the hint and withdrew, though unwillingly, the last one closing the door behind him then the detective went on i think i had better tell you my impressions sir rather than recount my actions that is so far as i can remember them there was a mortified deference now in his manner which probably arose from his consciousness of the awkward position in which he found himself i went to sleep half dressed as i am now with a revolver under my pillow

It was the last thing I remember thinking of. I do not know how long I slept. I had turned off the electric light, and it was quite dark. I thought I heard a scream, but I can't be sure, for I felt thick-headed, as a man does when he is called too soon after an extra long stretch of work. Not that such was the case this time. Anyhow, my thoughts flew to the pistol.

I took it out and ran onto the landing. Then I heard a sort of scream, or rather a call for help, and ran into this room. The room was dark, for the lamp beside the nurse was out, and the only light was that from the landing, coming through the open door.

Miss Toulani was kneeling on the floor beside her father and was screaming. I thought I saw something move between me and the window, window, so without thinking and being half-dazed and only half-awake, I shot at it. It moved a little more to the right, between the windows, and I shot again. Then you came up out of the big chair with all that muffling on your face. It seemed to me, being, as I say, half-dazed and half-awake—I know, sir, you will take this into account, as if it had been you, being in the same direction as the thing I had fired.

fired at. And so I was about to fire again when you pulled off the rap. Here I asked him, I was cross-examining now and felt at home. You say you thought I was the thing you fired at? What thing? The man scratched his head, but made no reply. Come, sir, I said. What thing? What was it like? The answer came in a low voice. I don't know, sir. I thought there was something, but what it was, or what it was like, I haven't the faintest notion. I suppose it was because I had been thinking of the pistol before I went to sleep, and because when I came in here I was half dazed and only half awake,

which I hope you will in future, sir, always remember. He clung to that formula of excuse as though it were as sheet anchor. I did not want to antagonize the man. On the contrary, I wanted to have him with us. Besides, I had on me at that time myself, the shadow of my own default. So I said as kindly as I knew how. Quite right, Sergeant, your impulse was correct, though, of course, in the half-somnalant condition in which you were,

and perhaps partly affected by the same influence, whatever it may be, which made me sleep and which has put the nurse in that cataleptic trance, it could not be expected that you would pause to weigh matters. But now, whilst the matter is fresh, let me see exactly where you stood and where I sat. We shall be able to trace the course of your bullets. The prospect of action and the exercise of his habitual skill seemed to brace him at once.

He seemed a different man, as he said about his work. I asked Mrs. Grant to hold the tourniquet, and went and stood where he had stood, and looked where in the darkness he had pointed. I could not but notice the mechanical exactness of his mind, as when he showed me where he had stood, or drew, as a matter of course, the revolver from his pistol pocket, and pointed with it.

The chair from which I had risen still stood in its same, place. Then I asked him to point with his hand only as I wished to move in the track of his shot. Just behind my chair and a little back of it stood a high bule cabinet. The glass door was shattered. I asked, was this the direction of your first shot or your second? The answer came promptly. The second. The first was over there. He turned to a little to the left, more toward the wall where the great safe stood and pointed. I followed the direction of his hand and came to the low table whereon rested, amongst other curios, the mummy of the cat which had raised Silvio's ire. I got a candle and easily found the

mark of the bullet. It had broken a little glass vase and a taza of black basalt, exquisitely engraved with hieroglyphics, the graven lines being filled with some faint green cement and the whole thing being polished to an equal surface. The bullet flattened against the wall lay on the table. I then went to the broken cabinet. It was evidently a receptacle for valuable curios, for in it were some great scarabs of gold, agate, green jasper, amethyst lapis lazuli opal granite and blue-green china none of these things happily were touched the bullet had gone through the back of the cabinet but no other damage save the shattering of the glass had been done

i could not but notice the strange arrangement of the curios on the shelf of the cabinet all the scarabs rings amulets etc were arranged in an uneven oval round an exquisitely carved golden miniature figure of a hawk-headed god crowned with a disc and plumes i did not wait to look further at present for my attention was demanded by more pressing things but i determined to make a more minute examination when i should have time it was evident that some of the strange egyptian smell clung to these old curios through the broken glass came an added whiff of spice and gum and bitumen almost stronger than those i had already noticed as coming from others in the room all this had really taken but a few minutes i was surprised when my eye met through the chinks between the dark window blinds and the window-cases the brighter light of the coming dawn when i went back to the sofa and took the tourniquet from mrs grant she went over and pulled up the blinds it would be hard to imagine anything more ghastly than the appearance of the room with the faint gray light of early morning coming in upon it. As the windows faced north, any light that came was a fixed gray light without any of the rosy possibility of dawn, which comes in the eastern quarter of heaven. The electric lights seemed dull and yet glaring, and every shadow was of a hard intensity. There was nothing of morning

freshness, nothing of the softness of night. All was hard and cold and cold and, and, and the warm, and and inexpressibly dreary. The face of the senseless man on the sofa seemed of a ghastly yellow, and the nurse's face had taken a suggestion of green from the shade of the lamp near her. Only Miss Trelawney's face looked white, and it was of a pallor which made my heartache.

It looked as if nothing on God's earth could ever again bring back to it the color of life and happiness. It was a relief to us of a moment. all when Dr. Winchester came in, breathless with running. He only asked one question. Can anyone tell me anything of how this wound was gotten? On seeing the head shake which went round us under his glance, he said no more, but applied himself to his surgical work. For an instant he looked up at the nurse sitting so still, but then bent himself to his task, a grave frown contracting his brows. It was not till the arteries were tied and the wounds completely

dressed that he spoke again, except, of course, when he had asked for anything to be handed to him or to be done for him. When Mr. Trelawney's wounds had been thoroughly cared for, he said to Miss Trelawney, What about Nurse Kennedy? She answered at once, I really do not know. I found her when I came into the room at half past two o'clock, sitting exactly as she does now. We have not moved her or changed her position. She is not wakened since. Even Sergeant Daw's pistol shots did not disturb her. Pistol shots! Have you then discovered any cause for this new outrage? The rest were silent, so I answered. We have discovered nothing. I was in the room watching with the nurse.

Earlier in the evening I fancied that the mummy smells were making me drowsy, so I went out and got a respirator. I had it on when I came on duty, but it did not keep me from going to sleep. I awoke to see the room full of people, that is, Miss Trelawney and Sergeant Daw, being only half awake and still stupefied by the same scent or influence which had affected us, fancied that he saw something moving through the shadowy darkness of the room and fired twice. When I rose out of my chair, with my face swathed in the respirator, he took me for the cause of the trouble.

Naturally enough, he was about to fire again when I was fortunately in time to manifest my identity. Mr. Trelawney was lying beside the safe, just as he was found last night, and was bleeding profusely from the new wound in his wrist. We lifted him on the sofa and made a tourniquet. That is, literally and absolutely, all that any of us know is yet. We have not touched the knife, which you see lies closed by the pool of blood. Look, I said, going over and lifting it, the point is red with the blood which has dried.

Dr. Winchester stood quite still, a few minutes before speaking. Then the doings of this night are quite as mysterious as those of last night. Quite, I answered. He said nothing in reply, but turning to Miss Trelawney, said, We had better take Nurse Kennedy into another room. I suppose there is nothing to prevent it. Nothing.

Please, Mrs. Grant, see that Nurse Kennedy's room is ready, and asked two of the men to come and carry her in. Mrs. Grant went out immediately, and in a few minutes came back, saying, The room is quite ready, and the men are here. By her direction, two footmen came into the room, and, lifting up the rigid body of Nurse Kennedy under the supervision of the doctor, carried her out of the room.

Miss Trelawney remained with me in the sick chamber, and Mrs. Grant went with the doctor into the room. the nurse's room. When we were alone, Miss Trelawney came over to me, and taking both my hands and hers, said, I hope you won't remember what I said. I did not mean it, and I was distraught. I did not make reply, but I held her hands and kissed them. There are different ways of kissing a lady's hands. This way was intended as homage and respect, and it was accepted as such in the high-bred, dignified way which marked Miss Trelawney's bearing and every movement. I went over to the sofa and looked down at the senseless man.

The dawn had come much nearer in the last few minutes, and there was something of the clearness of day in the light. As I looked at the stern, cold, set face, now as white as a marble monument in the pale gray light, I could not but feel that there was some deep mystery beyond all that had happened within the last 26 hours. Those beetling brows screened some massive purpose. That high, broad forehead held some finished train of reasoning, which the broad chin and massive jaw would help to carry into effect. As I looked and wondered,

there began to steal over me again that phase of wandering thought which had last night heralded the approach of sleep. I resisted it and held myself sternly to the present. This was easier to do when Miss Trelawney came close to me, and, leaning her forehead against my shoulder, began to cry silently. Then all the manhood in me woke and to present purpose. It was of little use trying to speak, words were inadequate to thought. But we understood each other.

She did not draw away. when I put arm protectingly over her shoulder as I used to do with my little sister long ago when in her childish trouble she would come to her big brother to be comforted. That very act or attitude of protection made me more resolute in my purpose and seemed to clear my brain of idle, dreamy wandering in thought. With an instinct of greater protection, however, I took away my arm as I heard the doctor's foot, step outside the door. When Dr. Winchester came in, he looked intently at the patient before speaking. His brows were set, and his mouth was a thin, hard line. Presently, he said,

There is much in common between the sleep of your father and Nurse Kennedy. Whatever influence has brought it about has probably worked the same way in both cases. In Kennedy's case, the coma is less marked. I cannot but feel, however, that with her we may be able to do more and more quickly than with this patient, as our hands are not tied. I have placed her in a draft, and already she shows some signs, though very faint ones, of ordinary unconsciousness. The rigidity of her limbs is less, and her skin seems,

more sensitive, or perhaps I should say less sensitive, to pain. How is it, then, I asked, that Mr. Trelawney is still in this state of insensibility, and yet, so far as we know, his body has not had such rigidity at all. That I cannot answer. The problem is one which we may solve in a few hours, or it may need a few days. But it will be a useful left. lesson and diagnosis to us all, and perhaps to many and many others after us. Who knows, he added, with the genuine fire of an enthusiast.

As the morning wore on, he flitted perpetually between the two rooms, watching anxiously over both patients. He made Mrs. Grant remain with the nurse, but either Miss Trilani or I, generally both of us, remained with the wounded men. man. We each managed, however, to get bathed and dressed. The doctor and Mrs. Grant remained with Mr. Trelawney whilst we had breakfast. Sergeant Daw went off to report at Scotland Yard the progress of the night, and then to the local station to arrange for the coming of his comrade, right, as fixed with Superintendent Dolan. When he returned, I could not but think that he had been hauled over the coals for shooting in a sick room, or perhaps for shooting at all without

certain and proper cause. His remark to me enlightened me in the matter. A good character is worth something, sir, in spite of what some of them say. See, I've still got leave to carry my revolver. That day was a long and anxious one. Toward nightfall, Nurse Kennedy so far improved that the rigidity of her limbs entirely disappeared. She still breathed quietly and regularly, but the fixed expression of her face, though it was a calm enough expression, gave place two fallen eyelids and the negative look of sleep. Dr. Winchester had, towards evening, brought two more nurses,

one of whom was to remain with Nurse Kennedy, and the other to share in the watching with Miss Trelawney. who had insisted on remaining up herself she had in order to prepare for the duty slept for several hours in the afternoon we had all taken counsel together and had arranged thus for the watching in mr trelawney's room mrs grant was to remain beside the patient till twelve when miss trelawney would relieve her the new nurse was to sit in miss trelawney's room and to visit the sick-chamber each quarter of an hour the doctor would remain till twelve when i was to relieve him one or other of the detectives was to remain with inhale of the room all night and to pay periodical visits to see that all was well thus the watchers would be watched and the possibility of such events as last night when the watchers were both overcome would be avoided when the sun set a strange and grave anxiety fell on all of us and in our separate ways we prepared for the vigil dr winchester had evidently been thinking of my respirator for he told me he would go out and get one indeed he took to the idea so kindly that i persuaded miss trelawney also to have one which she could put on when her time for watching came

and so the night drew on end of chapter four recording by roger maline chapter five of the jewel of seven stars this libervox recording is in the public domain recording by roger the jewel of seven stars by bram stoker chapter five more strange instructions when i came from my room at half-past eleven o'clock i found all well in the sick room the new nurse prim neat and watchful sat in the chair by the bedside where nurse kennedy had sat last night a little way off between the bed and the safe sat Dr. Winchester, alert and wakeful, but looking strange and almost comic with the respirator over mouth and nose. As I stood in the doorway looking at them, I heard a slight sound. Turning round I saw the new detective, who nodded, held up the finger of silence and withdrew quietly. Hitherto no one of the watchers was overcome by sleep. I took a chair outside the door, as yet there was no need for me to risk coming again under the subtle influence of last night.

Naturally, my thoughts went revolving round the main incidents of the last day and night, and I found myself arriving at strange conclusions, doubts, conjectures. But I did not lose myself, as on last night, in trains of thought. The sense of the present was ever with me, and I really felt as should a sentry on guard. Thinking is not a slow process, and when it is earnest, the time can pass quickly. It seemed a very short time indeed, till the door, usually left a jar, was pulled open, and Dr. Winchester emerged, taking off his respirator as he came. His act, when he had it off, was demonstrated his,

of his keenness. He turned up the outside of the rap and smelled it carefully. "'I am going now,' he said. "'I shall come early in the morning, unless, of course, I am sent for before, but all seems well to-night.' The next to appear was Sergeant Daw, who went quietly into the room and took the seat vacated by the doctor. I still remained outside, but every few minutes looked into the room. This was rather a form than a matter of utility, for the room was so dark that coming even from the dimly lighted corridor, it was hard to distinguish anything. A little before 12 o'clock, Miss Trelawney came from her room. Before coming to her father's, she went into that occupied by Nurse Kennedy. After a couple of minutes, she came out, looking, I thought, a trifle more

cheerful. She had her respirator in her hand, but before putting it on, asked me if anything special had occurred since she had gone to lie down. I answered in a whisper, there was no loud talking in the house to-night, that all was safe, was well. She then put on her respirator, and I mine, and we entered the room. The detective and the nurse rose up, and we took their places sergeant daw was the last to go out he closed the door behind him as we had arranged for a while i sat quiet my heart beating the place was grimly dark the only light was a faint one from the top of the lamp which threw a white circle on the high ceiling except the emerald sheen of the shade as the light took its under edges even the light only seemed to emphasize the blackness of the shadows. These presently began to seem, as on last night, to have a sentience of their own. I did not myself feel in the least sleepy, and each time I went softly over to look at the patient,

which I did about every ten minutes, I could see that Miss Trelawney was keenly alert. Every quarter of an hour, one or other of the policeman looked in through the partly open door. Each time both Miss Trelawney and I said through our mufflers, All right, and the door was closed again. As the time wore on, the silence and the darkness seemed to increase. The circle of light on the ceiling was still there, but it seemed less brilliant than at first. The green edging of the lampshade became like Maori Greenstone rather than emerald.

The sounds of the night, without the house, and the starlight spreading pale lines along the edges of the window-cases made the pall of black within more solemn and more mysterious. We heard the clock in the corridor chiming the quarters with its silver bell till two o'clock, and then a strange feeling came over me. I could see from Miss Trelawney's movement as she looked around that she also had some new sensation. The new detective had just looked in. We, too, were alone with the unconscious patient for another quarter of an hour. My heart began to beat wildly. There was a sense of fear over me.

Not for myself. My fear was impersonal. It seemed as though some new person had entered the room, and that a strong intelligence was awake close to me. Something brushed against my leg. I put my hand down hastily and touched the furry coat of Silvio. With a very faint far-away sound of a snarl, he turned and scratched at me. I felt blood on my hand.

I rose gently and came over to the bedside. Miss Trelawney, too, had stood up and was looking behind her, as though there was something close to her. Her eyes were wild, and her breast rose and fell, as though she were fighting for air. When I touched her, she did not seem to feel me. She worked her hands in front of her as though she was fending off something.

There was not an instant to lose. I seized her in my arms and rushed over to the door, threw it open, and strode into the passage, calling loudly, Help! Help! In an instant, the two detectives, Mrs. Grant, and the nurse appeared on the scene. close on their heels came several of the servants both men and women immediately mrs grant came near enough i placed miss trelawney in her arms and rushed back into the room turning up the electric light as soon as i could lay my hand on it

sergeant daw and the nurse followed me we were just in time close under the great safe where on the two successive nights he had been found lay mr trelawney with his left arm bare save for the bandages stretched out close by his side was a leaf-shaped egyptian knife which had lain amongst the curios on the shelf of the broken cabinet its point was stuck in the parquet floor whence had been removed the blood-stained rug but there was no sign of disturbance anywhere nor any sign of anyone or anything unusual the policeman and i searched the room accurately whilst the nurse and two of the servants lifted the wounded man back to bed but no sign or clue could we get very soon miss trelawney returned to the room she was pale but collected when she came close to me she said in a low voice i felt myself fainting i did not know why but i was afraid the only other shock i had was when miss trelawney cried out to me as i placed my hand on the bed to lean over and look carefully at her father you are wounded look look your hand is bloody there is blood on the sheets i had in the excitement quite forgotten sylvia's scratch as i looked at it the recollection came back to me but before i could say a word miss trelawney had caught hold of my hand and lifted it up when she saw the parallel lines of the cuts she cried out again it is the same wound as fathers

then she laid my hand down gently but quickly and said to me and to sergeant daw come to my room sylvia was there in his basket we followed her and found sylvia sitting in his basket awake he was licking his paws the detective said he is there sure enough but why licking his paws margaret miss trelawney gave a moan as she bent over and took one of the forepaws in her hand but the cat seemed to resent it and snarled at that mrs grant came into the room when she saw that we were looking at the cat she said the nurse tells me that sylvia was asleep on nurse kennedy's bed ever since you went to your father's room until a while ago he came there just after you had gone to master's room nurse says that nurse kennedy is moaning and muttering in her sleep as though she had a nightmare i think we should send for dr winchester do so at once please said miss trelawney and we went back to the room for a while miss trelawney stood looking at her father with her brows wrinkled then turning to me as though her mind were made up she said don't you think we should have a consultation on father of course i have every confidence in dr winchester he seems an immensely clever young man but he is a young man and there must be men who have devoted themselves to this branch of science such a man would have more knowledge and more experience and his knowledge and experience might help to throw light on poor father's case as it is dr winchester seems to be quite in the dark

oh i don't know what to do it is all so terrible here she broke down a little and cried and i tried to comfort her dr winchester arrived quickly his first thought was for his patient but when he found him without further harm he visited nurse kennedy when he saw her a hopeful look came into his eyes taking a towel he dipped a corner of it in cold water and flicked on the face the skin colored and she stirred slightly he said to the new nurse sister doris he called her she is all right she will wake in a few hours at latest she may be dizzy and distraught at first or perhaps hysterical if so you know how to treat her Yes, sir, answered Sister Doris demurely, and we went back to Mr. Trelawney's room. As soon as we had entered, Mrs. Grant and the nurse went out so that only Dr. Winchester, Miss Trelawney, and myself remained in the room. When the door had been closed, Dr. Winchester asked me as to what had occurred. I told him fully, giving exactly every detail so far as I could remember.

Throughout my narrative, which did not take long, however, he kept asking me questions as to who had been present and the order in which each one had come into the room. He asked other things, but nothing of any importance. These were all that took my attention or remained in my memory. When our conversation was finished, he said in a very decided way indeed to Miss Trelawney, I think, Miss Trelawney, that we had better have a consultation on this case. She answered at once, seemingly a little, to his surprise. I am glad you have mentioned it. I quite agree. Who would you suggest? Have you any choice yourself? he asked. Anyone to whom your father is known? Has he ever consulted anyone? Not to my knowledge, but I hope you will choose who has.

you think would be best my dear father should have all the help that can be had and i shall be deeply obliged by your choosing who is the best man in london anywhere else in such a case there are several good men but they are scattered all over the world somehow the brain specialist is born not made though a lot of hard work goes to the completing of him and fitting him for his work he comes from no country the most daring investigator up to the present is chyuni the japanese but he is rather a surgical experimentalist than a practitioner there is zammerfest of uppsala and fenelon of the university of paris and morphesi of naples these of course are in addition to our own men morrison of aberdeen and richardson of birmingham but before them all i would put frere of king's college of all that i have named he best unites theory and practice he has no hobbies that have been discovered at all events and his experience is immense it is the regret of all of us who admire him that the nerve so firm and the hand so dexterous must yield to time for my own part i would rather have frere than any one living then said miss trelawney decisively let us have dr frere by the way is he doctor or mister as early as we can get him in the morning a weight seemed removed from him and he spoke with greater ease and geniality than he had yet shown he is sir james frere i shall go to him myself as early as it is possible to see him and shall ask him to come here at once

then turning to me he said you had better let me dress your hand it is nothing i said nevertheless it should be seen to a scratch from any animal might turn out dangerous there is nothing like being safe i submitted forthwith he began to dress my hand he examined with a magnifying glass the several parallel wounds and compared them with the slip of blotting-paper marked with silver Silvio's clause, which he took from his pocketbook. He put back the paper, simply remarking, It's a pity that Silvio slips in and out, just when he shouldn't. The morning wore slowly on. By ten o'clock, Nurse Kennedy had so far recovered that she was able to sit up and talk intelligibly.

But she was still hazy in her thoughts, and could not remember anything that had happened on the previous night. after her taking her place by the sick bed. As yet, she seemed neither to know nor care what had happened. It was nearly eleven o'clock when Dr. Winchester returned with Sir James Frere. Somehow I felt my heart sink when, from the landing I saw them in the hall below, I knew that Miss Trelawney was to have the pain of telling yet another stranger of her ignorance of her father's life. sir james frere was a man who commanded attention followed by respect he knew so thoroughly what he wanted himself that he placed at once on one side all wishes and ideas of less definite persons

the mere flash of his piercing eyes or the set of his resolute mouth or the lowering of his great eyebrows seemed to compel immediate and willing obedience to his wishes somehow when we had all been introduced and he was well amongst us all sense of mystery seemed to melt away it was with a hopeful spirit that i saw him pass into the sick room with dr winchester they remained in the room a long time once they sent for the nurse the new one sister doris but she did not remain long again they both went into nurse kennedy's room he sent out the nurse attendant on her dr winchester told me afterward that nurse kennedy though she was ignorant of later matters gave full and satisfactory answers to all dr frere's questions relating to her patient up to the time she became unconscious then they went to the study where they remained so long and their voices raised in heated discussion seemed in such determined opposition that i began to feel uneasy as for miss trelawney she was almost in a state of collapse from nervousness before they joined us poor girl she had had a sadly anxious time of it and her nervous strength had almost broken down they came out at last sir james first his grave face looking as unenlightening as that of the sphinx dr winchester followed him closely his face was pale but with that kind of pallor which looked like a reaction it gave me the idea that it had been read not long before sir james asked that miss trelawney would come into the study he suggested that i should come also

when we had entered sir james turned to me and said i understand from dr winchester that you are a friend of miss trelawney and that you have already considerable knowledge of this case perhaps it will be well that you should be with us i know you already as a keen lawyer mr ross though i never had the pleasure of meeting you as dr winchester tells me that there are some strange matters outside this case, which seem to puzzle him, and others, and in which he thinks you may yet be specially interested, it might be as well that you should know every phase of the case. For myself, I do not take much account of mysteries, except those of science, and as there seems to be some idea of an attempt at assassination or robbery, all I can say is that if assassins were at work, they ought to take some elementary lessons in anatomy before their next job for they seem thoroughly ignorant if robbery were their purpose they seem to have worked with marvellous inefficiency that however is not my business here he took a big pinch of snuff and turning to miss chelani went on now as to the patient leaving out the cause of his illness all we can say at present

is that he appears to be suffering from a marked attack of catalepsy. At present, nothing can be done except to sustain his strength. The treatment of my friend, Dr. Winchester, is mainly such as I approve of, and I am confident that, should any slight change arise, he will be able to deal with it satisfactorily. It is an interesting case, most interesting, and should any new or abnormal development arise, I shall be happy to come at any time.

There is just one thing to which I wish to call your attention, and I put it to you, Miss Trelawney, directly, since it is your responsibility. Dr. Winchester informs me that you are not yourself free in the matter, but are bound by an instruction given by your father in case just such a condition of things should arise. I would strongly advise that the patient be removed to another room, or, as an alternative, that those mummies and all such things should be removed from

his chamber. Why, it's enough to put any man into an abnormal condition, to have such an assemblage of horrors round him, and to breathe the atmosphere which they exhale. You have evidence already of how such mephitic odor may act. That nurse, Kennedy, I think you said, doctor, isn't yet out of her state of catalepsy, and you, Mr. Ross, have, I am told, experienced something of the same effects. I know this,

here his eyebrows came down more than ever, and his mouth hardened. If I were in charge here, I should insist on the patient having a different atmosphere, or I would throw up the case. Dr. Winchester already knows that I can only be again consulted

on this condition being fulfilled. But I trust that you will see your way, as a good daughter to my mind should, to looking to your father's health and sanity, rather than to any whim of his, whether supported or not by a foregoing fear, or by any number of penny-dreadful mysteries. The day has hardly come yet, and I am glad to say, when the British Museum and St. Thomas's Hospital have exchanged their normal functions. Good day, Miss Trelawney. I earnestly hope that I may soon see your father restored. Remember that should you fulfill the elementary condition which I have laid down, I am at your service day or night. Good morning, Mr. Ross. I hope you'll be able to report to me soon,

Dr. Winchester. When he had gone, we stood silent till the rumble of his carriage wheels died away. The first to speak was Dr. Winchester. I think it well to say to my mind, speaking purely as a physician, he is quite right. I feel as if I could have assaulted him when he made it a condition of not giving up the case, but all the same, he is right as to treatment. He does not understand that there is something odd about this special case, and he will not realize the knot that we are all tied up in by Mr. Trelawney's instructions. Of course, he was interrupted by Miss Trelawney.

Dr. Winchester, do you, too, wish to give up the case? Or are you willing to continue it under the conditions you know? Give it up. Less now than ever, Miss Trelawney. I shall never give it up, so long as life is left to him or any of us. She said nothing, but held out her hand, which he took warmly. now said she if sir james frere is a type of the cult of specialists i want no more of them to start with he does not seem to know any more than you do about my father's condition and if he were a hundredth part as much interested in it as you are he would not stand on such punctilio of course i am only too anxious about my poor father and if i can see a way to meet either of sir james frayer's conditions i shall do so i shall ask mr marvin to come here to-day and advise me as to the limit of father's wishes if he thinks i am free to act in any way in my own responsibility i shall not hesitate to do so then dr winchester took his leave miss trelawney sat down and wrote a letter to mr marvin telling him of the state of affairs and asking him to come and see her and to bring with him any papers which might throw any light on the subject

she sent the letter off with a carriage to bring back the solicitor we waited with what patience we could for his coming it is not a very long journey for oneself from kensington palace gardens to Lincoln's Infield, but it seemed endlessly long when waiting for someone else to take it. All things, however, are amenable to time. It was less than an hour all told when Mr. Marvin was with us. He recognized Miss Trelawney's impatience, and when he had learned sufficient of her father's illness, he said to her, "'Whenever you are ready, I can go with you into particulars regarding your father's wishes.' whenever you like she said with an evident ignorance of his meaning why not now he looked at me as to a fellow-man of business and stammered out we are not alone i have brought mr ross here on purpose she answered he knows so much at present that i want him to know more the solicitor was a little disconcerted a thing which those knowing him only in courts would heart

have believed. He answered, however, with some hesitation, "'But, my dear young lady, your father's wishes, confidence between father and child.' Here she interrupted him. There was a tinge of red in her pale cheeks as she did so. "'Do you really think that applies to the present circumstances, Mr. Marvin? My father never told me anything of his affairs, and I can now, in this sense, sad extremity only learn his wishes through a gentleman who is a stranger to me, and of whom I never even heard till I got my father's letter, written to be shown to me only in extremity. Mr. Ross is a new friend, but he has all my confidence, and I should like him to be present.

Unless, of course, she added, such a thing is forbidden by my father. Oh, forgive me, Mr. Marvin, if I seem rude. but I have been in such dreadful trouble and anxiety lately that I have hardly command of myself. She covered her eyes with her hand for a few seconds. We two men looked at each other and waited, trying to appear unmoved. She went on more firmly, she had recovered herself.

Please, please do not think I am ungrateful to you for your kindness in coming here, and so quickly. I really am grateful, and I have every kind of in your judgment. If you wish, or think it best, we can be alone. I stood up, but Mr. Marvin made a dissent gesture. He was evidently pleased with her attitude. There was geniality in his voice and manner, as he spoke. Not at all, not at all. There is no restriction on your father's part, and on my own I am quite willing. Indeed, all told, it may be better. better from what you have said of mr trelawney's illness and the other incidental matters it will be well in case of any grave eventuality that it was understood from the first that circumstances were ruled by your father's own imperative instructions

for please understand me his instructions are imperative most imperative they are so unyielding that he has given me a power of attorney under which I have undertaken to act, authorizing me to see his written wishes carried out. Please believe me once for all, that he intended fully everything mentioned in that letter to you. Whilst he is alive, he is to remain in his own room, and none of his property is to be removed from it under any circumstances whatever. He is even given an inventory of the articles which are not to be displaced.

Miss Trelawney was silent. She looked somewhat distressed. So, thinking that I understood the immediate cause, I asked, May we see the list? Miss Trelawney's face at once brightened, but it fell again, as the lawyer answered promptly, he was evidently prepared for the question. Not unless I am compelled to take action on the power of attorney.

I have brought that instrument, with me. You will recognize, Mr. Ross, he said this with a sort of business conviction which I had noticed in his professional work, as he handed me the deed, how strongly it is worded, and how the grantor made his wishes apparent in such a way as to leave no loophole. It is his own wording, except for certain legal formalities, and I assure you I have seldom seen a more ironclad document. even I myself have no power to make the slightest relaxation of the instructions without committing a distinct breach of faith. And that, I need not tell you, is impossible. He evidently added the last words in order to prevent an appeal to his personal consideration.

He did not like the seeming harshness of his words, however, for he added, I do hope, Miss Trelawney, that you understand that I am willing, frankly and unequivocally willing, to do anything I can within the limits of my power to relieve your distress. But your father had, in all his doings, some purpose of his own, which he did not disclose to me. So far as I can see, there is not a word of his instructions that he had not thought over fully. Whatever idea he had in his mind was the idea of a lifetime. He had studied it in every possible phase and was prepared to guard it at every point. Now, I fear I have distressed you, and I am truly sorry for it,

for I see you have much, too much, to bear already. But I have no alternative. If you want to consult me at any time about anything, I promise you I will come without a moment's time. delay at any hour of the day or night. There is my private address. He scribbled in his pocketbook as he spoke, and under it the address of my club,

where I am generally to be found in the evening. He tore out the paper and handed it to her. She thanked him. He shook hands with her and with me and withdrew. As soon as the hall door was shut on him, Mrs. Grant tapped at the door and came in. there was such a look of distress in her face that miss trelawney stood up deadly white and asked her what is it mrs grant what is it any new trouble i grieve to say miss that the servants all but two have given notice and want to leave the house to-day they have talked the matter over among themselves the butler has spoken for the rest

he says is how they are willing to forego their wages and even to pay their legal obligations instead of notice but that go to-day they must what reason do they give none miss they say as how they're sorry but that they've nothing to say i asked jane the upper housemaid miss who is not with the rest but stops on and she tells me confidential that they've got some notion in their silly heads that the house is haunted We ought to have laughed, but we didn't. I could not look in Miss Trelawney's face and laugh. The pain and horror there showed no hidden paroxysm of fear. There was a fixed idea of which this was a confirmation. For myself, it seemed as if my brain had found a voice. But the voice was not complete.

There was some other thought, darker and deeper, which lay behind it, whose voice had not sounded as yet. End of Chapter 5. Recording by Roger Maline. Chapter 6 of the Jewel of Seven Stars. This Libervox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Roger Maline. The Jewel of Seven Stars by Bram Stoker.

Chapter 6. Suspicion The first to get full self-command was Miss Trelawney. There was a haughty dignity in her bearing, as she said. Very well, Mrs. Grant, let them go. Pay them up to today and a month's wages. They have hitherto been very good servants, and the occasion of their leaving is not an ordinary one.

We must not expect much faithfulness from anyone who is beset with fears. Those who remain are to have in future double wages, and please send these to me presently when I see. and word. Mrs. Grant bristled with smothered indignation. All the housekeeper in her was outraged by such generous treatment of servants who had combined to give notice. They don't deserve it, miss, them to go on so, after the way they have been treated here. Never in my life have I seen servants so well treated, or anyone so good to them and gracious to them as you have been. They might be in the household of a country.

king for treatment. And now, just as there is trouble, to go and act like this. It's abominable, that's what it is. Miss Trelawney was very gentle with her, and smothered her ruffled dignity, so that presently she went away with, in her manner, a lesser measure of hostility to the undeserving. In quite a different frame of mind, she returned presently to ask if her mistress would like her to engage a full staff of other servants, or at any rate try to do so. "'For you know, ma'am,' she went on, "'when once a scare has been established in the servants' hall, "'it's well-nigh impossible to get rid of it.

"'Servants may come, but they go away just as quick. "'There's no holding them. "'They simply won't stay, "'or even if they work out their month's notice, "'they lead you that life that you wish every hour of the day "'that you hadn't kept them. the women are bad enough the hussies but the men are worse there was neither anxiety nor indignation in miss trelawney's voice or manner as she said i think mrs grant we had better try to do with those we have whilst my dear father is ill we shall not be having any company so that there will be only three now in the house to attend to if those servants who are willing to stay are not enough i should only get sufficient to help them to do the work

it will not i should think be difficult to get a few maids perhaps some that you know already and please bear in mind that those whom you get and who are suitable and will stay are henceforth to have the same wages as those who are remaining of course mrs grant you well enough understand that though i do not group you in any way with the servants the rule of double salary applies to you too as she spoke she extended her long fine-shaped hand which the other took and then raising it to her lips kissed it impressively with the freedom of an elder woman to a younger i could not but admire the generosity of her treatment of her servants in my mind i endorsed mrs grant's sadovochi remark as she left the room no wonder the house is like a king's house when the mistress is a princess a princess that was it the idea seemed to satisfy my mind and to bring back in a wave of light the first moment when she swept across my vision at the ball in belgrave square a queenly figure tall and slim bending swaying undulating as the lily or the lotus clad in a flowing gown of some filmy black material shot with gold for ornament in her hair she wore an old egyptian jewel a tiny crystal disc set between rising plumes carved in lapis lazuli on her wrist was a broad bangle or bracelet of antique work in the shape of a pair of spreading wings wrought in gold with the feathers made of colored gems for all her gracious bearing toward me when our hostess introduced me i was then afraid of her

it was only when later at the picnic on the river i had come to realize her sweet and gentle that my awe changed to something else for a while we sat making some notes or memoranda then putting them away she sent for the faithful servants i thought that she had better have this interview alone and so left her when i came back there were traces of tears in her eyes the next phase in which i had a part was even more disturbing and infinitely more painful late in the afternoon sergeant daw came into the study where i was sitting after closing the door carefully and looking all around the room to make certain that we were alone he came close to me what is it i asked him i see you wish to speak to me privately quite so sir may i speak in absolute confidence of course you may in anything that is for the good of miss trelawney and of course mr trelawney you may be perfectly frank i take it that we both want to serve them to the best of our powers he hesitated before replying of course you know that i have my duty to do and i think you know me well enough to know that i will do it i am a policeman a detective and it is my duty to find out the full of course you know that i will do it i am a policeman a detective and it is my duty to find out the facts of any case I am put on, without fear or favor to anyone. I would rather speak to you alone, in confidence, if I may, without reference to any duty of

anyone to anyone, except mine to Scotland Yard. Of course, of course, I answered mechanically, my heart-sinking, I did not know why. Be quite frank with me, I assure you of my confidence. Thank you, sir. i take it that what i say is not to pass beyond you not to any one not to miss trelawney herself or even to mr trelawney when he becomes well again certainly if you make it a condition i said a little more stiffly the man recognized the change in my voice or manner and said apologetically excuse me sir but i am going outside my duty in speaking to you at all on the subject i know you however of old and i feel that i can trust you not your word sir that is all right but your discretion I bowed.

Go on, I said. He began at once. I have gone over this case, sir, till my brain begins to reel, but I can't find any ordinary solution of it. At the time of each attempt, no one has seemingly come into the house, and certainly no one has got out. What does it strike you is the inference?

That the somebody, or the something, was in the house all right? ready, I answered, smiling in spite of myself. That's just what I think, he said, with a manifest sigh of relief. Very well. Who can be that someone? Someone or something was what I said, I answered. Let us make it someone, Mr. Ross. That cat, though he might have scratched or bit, never pulled the old gentleman out of bed

and tried to get the bangle with the key off his arm. Such things are all very well in books, where your amateur detectives, who know everything before it's done, can fit them into theories. But in Scotland Yard, where the men aren't all idiots either, we generally find that when a crime is done or attempted,

it's people, not things, that are at the bottom of it. Then make it people by all means, Sergeant. We were speaking of someone, sir. Quite right, someone be it. Did it ever strike you, sir, that on each of the three separate occasions where outrage was affected or attempted, there was one person who was the first to be present

and to give the alarm? Let me see. Miss Trelawney, I believe, gave the alarm on the first occasion. I was present, myself, if fast asleep, on the second, and so was Nurse Kennedy. When I woke, there were several people in the room. You were one of them. I understand that on that occasion also Miss Trelawney was before you. At the last attempt I was, Miss Trelawney fainted. I carried her out and went back.

In returning, I was first, and I think you were close behind me. sergeant daw thought for a moment before replying she was present or first in the room on all the occasions there was only damage done in the first and second the inference was one which i as a lawyer could not mistake i thought the best thing to do was to meet it half-way i have always found that the best way to encounter an inference is to cause it to be turned into a statement you mean i said that as on the only occasions when actual harm was done miss trelawney's being the first to discover it is a proof that she did it or was in some way connected with the attempt as well as the discovery i didn't venture to put it as clear as that but that is where the doubt which i had leads sergeant daw was a man of courage he evidently did not shrink from any conclusion of his reasoning on facts. We were both silent for a while. Fears began crowding in on my own mind. Not doubts of Miss Trelawney, or of any act of hers, but fears lest such acts should be misunderstood. There was evidently a mystery somewhere, and if no solution to it could be found,

the doubt would be cast on someone. In such cases, the guesses of the majority are bound. to follow the line of least resistance. And if it could be proved that any personal gain to anyone could follow Mr. Trelawney's death, should such ensue, it might prove a difficult task for anyone to prove innocence in the face of suspicious facts. I found myself instinctively taking that deferential course, which, until the plan of battle of the prosecution is unfolded,

is so safe an attitude for the defense. It would never do for me, at this stage, to combat any theories which a detective might form. I could best help Miss Trelawney by listening and understanding. When the time should come for the dissipation and obliteration of the theories, I should be quite willing to use all my militant ardor and all the weapons at my command. You will, of course, do your duty, I know, I said, and without fear. What course do you intend to take? I don't know as yet, sir. You see, up to now, it isn't with me even a suspicion.

If anyone else told me that the sweet young lady had a hand in such a matter, I would think him a fool, but I am bound to follow my own conclusions. I know well that just as unlikely persons have been proved guilty, when a whole court, all except the prosecution, who knew the facts, and the judge who had taught his mind to wait, would have sworn to innocence. I wouldn't, for all the world, wrong such a young lady, more especial when she has such a cruel weight to bear. And you will be sure that I won't say a word that'll prompt anyone else to make such a charge. That's why I speak to you in confidence, man to man. You are skilled in proofs. That is your

profession. Mine only gets so far as suspicions, and what we call our own proofs, which are nothing but ex parte evidence after all. You know Miss Trelawney better than I do, and though I watch round the sick-room and go where I like about the house, and in and out of it, I haven't the same opportunities as you have of knowing the lady and what her life is, or her means are, or of anything else which might give me a clue to her actions. If I were to try to find out from her, it would at once arouse her suspicions. Then, if she were guilty, all possibility of ultimate proof would go, for she would easily find a way to baffle discovery. But if she be innocent, as I hope she is, it would be doing a cruel wrong to accuse her. I have thought the matter over

according to my lights before I spoke to you, and if I have taken a liberty, sir, I am truly sorry. No liberty in the world, Daw, I said warmly, for the man's courage and honesty and consideration compelled respect. I am glad you have spoken to me so frankly. We both want to find out the truth, and there is so much about this case that is strange, so strange as to go beyond all experiences, that to aim at truth. is our only chance of making anything clear in the long run, no matter what our views are,

or what object we wish to achieve ultimately. The sergeant looked pleased, as he went on, I thought, therefore, that if you had it once in your mind that somebody else held to such a possibility, you would, by degrees, get proof, or, at any rate, such ideas as would convince yourself, either for or against it, then we would come to some sort of a reason to some way. conclusion or at any rate we should so exhaust all other possibilities that the most likely one would remain as the nearest thing to prove or strong suspicion that we could get after that we should have to just at this moment the door opened and miss trelawney entered the room the moment she saw us she drew back quickly saying oh i beg pardon i did not know you were here and engaged by the time i had stood up she was about to go back do come in i said sergeant daw and i were only talking matters over

whilst she was hesitating mrs grant appeared saying as she entered the room dr winchester has come miss and is asking for you i obeyed miss trelawney's look together we left the room when the doctor had made his examination he told us that there was seemingly no change he added that nevertheless he would like to stay in the house that night if he might miss trelawney looked glad and sent word to mrs grant to get a room ready for him later in the day when he and i happened to be alone together he said suddenly i have arranged to stay here to-night because i want to have a talk with you and as i wish it to be quite private i thought the least suspicious way would be to have a cigar together late in the evening when miss trelawney is watching her father we still kept to our arrangement that neither the sick man's daughter or i should be on watch all night we were to share the duty at the early hours of the morning i was anxious about this for i knew that-and-aunt should be on watch all night we were to share the duty at the early hours of the morning i was anxious about this for i knew from our conversation that the detective would watch in secret himself and would be particularly alert about that time the day passed uneventfully miss chelani slept in the afternoon and after dinner went to relieve the nurse mrs grant remained with her sergeant daw being on duty in the corridor dr winchester and i took our coffee in the library when we had lit our cigars he said quietly now that we are alone i want to have a confidential talk we are tiled of course for the present at all events

quite so i said my heart sinking as i thought of my conversation with sergeant daw in the morning and of the disturbing and harrowing fears which it had left in my mind he went on this case is enough to try the sanity of all of us concerned in it the more i think of it the matter i seem to get and the two lines each continually strengthened seemed to pull harder in opposite directions what two lines he looked at me keenly for a moment before replying dr winchester's look at such moments was apt to be disconcerting it would have been so to me had i had a personal part other than my interest in Miss Trelawney in the matter. As it was, however, I stood it unruffled. I was now an attorney in the case, an amicus curiae in one sense, in another retained for the defense.

The mere thought that in this clever man's mind were two lines, equally strong and opposite, was in itself so consoling as to neutralize my anxiety as to a new attack. as he began to speak the doctor's face wore an inscrutable smile this however gave place to a stern gravity as he proceeded two lines fact and fancy in the first there is this whole thing attacks attempt at robbery and murder stupefying's organized catalepsy which points to either criminal hypnotism and thought suggestion or some simple form of poisoning unclassified yet in our toxicology. In the other, there is some influence at work which is not classified in any book that I know,

outside the pages of romance. I never felt in my life so strongly the truth of Hamlet's words, There are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy. Let us take the fact side first. here we have a man in his home amidst his own household plenty of servants of different classes in the house which forbids the possibility of an organized attempt made from the servants hall he is wealthy learned clever from his physiognomy there is no doubting that he is a man of iron will and determined purpose his daughter his only child i take it a young girl bright and a young girl bright and clever, is sleeping in the very next room to his. There is seemingly no possible reason for expecting any attack or disturbance of any kind, and no reasonable opportunity for any outsider to affect it.

And yet we have an attack made, a brutal and remorseless attack made in the middle of the night. Discovery is made quickly, made with that rapidity which, in criminal cases generally is found to be not accidental but of premeditated intent the attacker or attackers are manifestly disturbed before the completion of their work whatever their ultimate intent may have been and yet there is no possible sign of their escape no clue no disturbance of anything no open door or window no sound nothing whatever to show who had done the deed or even that a deed has been done except the victim and his surroundings incidental to the deed the next night a similar attempt is made though the house is full of wakeful people and though there are on watch in the room and around it a detective officer a trained nurse an earnest friend and the man's own daughter the nurse is thrown into a catalepsy and the watching friend though protected by a respirator into a deep sleep even the detective is so far overcome with some phase of stupor that he fires off his pistol in the sick room and can't even tell what he thought he was firing at.

That respirator of yours is the only thing that seems to have a bearing on the fact side of the affair, that you did not lose your head as the others did, the effect in such case being in proportion to the amount of time each remained in the room, points to the probability that the stupefying medium was not hypnotic, whatever else it may have been but again there is the fact which is contradictory miss trelawney who was in the room more than any of you for she was in and out all the time and did her share of permanent watching also did not seem to be affected at all this would show that the influence whatever it is does not affect generally unless of course it was that she was in some way inured to it if it should turn out that it be some strange exhalation from some of those egyptian curios that might account for it only we are then face to face with the fact that mr trollani who is most of all in the room who in fact lived more than half his life in it was affected worst of all what kind of influence could it be which would account for all these different and contradictory effects

no the more i think of this form of the dilemma the more i am bewildered why even if it were that the attack the physical attack on mr trelawney had been made by some one residing in the house and not within the sphere of suspicion the oddness of this stupefying would still remain a mystery it is not easy to put any one into a catalepsy indeed so far as is known yet in science there is no way to achieve such an object at will the crux of the whole matter is miss trelawney who seems to be subject to none of the influences or possibly of the variance of the same influence at work through all she goes unscathed except for that one slight semi-faint it is most strange i listened with a sinking heart for though his manner was not illuminative or distrust his argument was disturbing although it was not so direct as the suspicion of the detective it seemed to single out miss trelawney as different from all others concerned and in a mystery to be alone as to be a long as to be suspected, ultimately, if not immediately. I thought it better not to say anything. In such a case, silence is indeed golden, and if I said nothing now, I might have less to defend or explain, or take back later. I was, therefore, secretly glad that his form of putting his argument

did not require any answer from me, for the present at all events. Dr. Winchester did not seem to expect any answer, a fact which, when I recognized it, gave my pleasure. I hardly knew why. He paused for a while, sitting with his chin in his hand, his eyes staring at vacancy, whilst his brows were fixed. His cigar was held limp between his fingers. He had apparently forgotten it. In an even voice, as though commencing exactly where he was, he had left off, he resumed his argument. The other horn of the dilemma is a different affair

altogether, and if we once enter on it, we must leave everything in the shape of science and experience behind us. I confess that it has its fascinations for me, though at every new thought, I find myself romancing in a way that makes me pull up suddenly and look facts resolutely in the face. I sometimes wonder whether the influence or emanation from the sick room at times affects me as it did the others, the detective, for instance. Of course, it may be that if it is anything chemical, any drug, for example, in viporial form, its effects may be cumulative. But then, what could there be that could produce such an effect? The room is, I know, full of my room. The room is, I know, mummy smell, and no wonder, with so many relics from the tomb, let alone the actual mummy of that

animal which Silvio attacked. By the way, I am going to test him tomorrow. I have been on the trace of a mummy cat, and him to get possession of it in the morning. When I bring it here, we shall find out if it be a fact that racial instinct can survive a few thousand years in the grave. However, to get back to the subject at hand. These very mummy smells arise from the presence of substances and combinations of substances, which the Egyptian priests, who were the learned men and scientists of their time, found by the experience of centuries to be strong enough to arrest the natural forces of decay. There must be powerful agencies at work to affect such a purpose, and it is possible that we may have here some rare substance or combination whose qualities and powers are not understood in this later and more prosaic age

i wonder if mr trelawney has any knowledge or even suspicion of such a kind i only know this for certain that a worse atmosphere for a sick-chamber could not possibly be imagined and i admire the courage of sir james frere in refusing to have anything to do with the case under such conditions these instructions of mr trelawney to his daughter and from what you have told me the care with which he has protected his wishes through his solicitor show that he suspected something at any rate indeed it would almost seem as if he expected something to happen i wonder if it would be possible to learn anything about that surely his papers would show or suggest something it is a difficult matter to tackle but it might have to be done his present condition cannot go on forever and if anything should happen there would have to be an inquest in such case full examination would have to be made into everything as it stands the police evidence would show a murderous attack more than once repeated as no clue is apparent it would be necessary to seek one in a motive he was silent the last word seemed to come in a lower and lower tone as he went on it had the effect of hopelessness it came to me as a conviction that now was my time to find out if he had any definite suspicion and as if in obedience to some command i asked do you suspect anyone he seemed in a way startled rather than surprised as he turned his eyes on me suspect anyone anything you mean

i certainly suspect that there is some influence but at present my suspicion is held within such limit later on if there be any sufficiently definite conclusion to my reasoning or my thinking for there are not proper data for reason I may suspect. At present, however, he stopped suddenly and looked at the door. There was a faint sound as the handle turned. My own heart seemed to stand still. There was over me some grim, vague apprehension. The interruption in the morning, when I was talking with the detective, came back upon me with a rush. The door opened and Miss Trelawney entered the room. When she saw us, she started back, and a deep flush swept her face. For a few seconds she paused. At such a time, a few succeeding seconds seemed to lengthen in geometrical progression. The strain upon me, and, as I could easily see, on the doctor also,

relaxed as she spoke. Oh, forgive me, I did not know that you were engaged. I was looking for you, Dr. Winchester to ask you if I might go to bed tonight with safety as you will be here. I feel so tired and worn out that I fear I may break down, and tonight I would certainly not be of any use. Dr. Winchester answered heartily, Do, do go to bed by all means, and get a good night's sleep. God knows you want it. I am more than glad you have made the suggestion, for I feel. I feared when I saw you tonight that I might have you in my hands a patient next.

She gave a sigh of relief, and the tired look seemed to melt from her face. Never shall I forget the deep, earnest look in her great beautiful black eyes, as she said to me, You will guard father tonight, won't you, with Dr. Winchester? I am so anxious about him that every second brings new fears. But I am really worn out, and if I don't get a good sleep, I think I shall go mad. I will change my room for tonight. I'm afraid that if I stay so close to Father's room, I shall multiply every sound into a new terror. But, of course, you will have me waked if there will be any cause.

I shall be in the bedroom of the little suite next to the boudoir off the hall. I had those rooms when first I came to live with Father, and I had. had no care then. It will be easier to rest there, and perhaps for a few hours I may forget. I shall be all right in the morning. Good night. When I had closed the door behind her and come back to the little table at which we had been sitting, Dr. Winchester said, That poor girl is overwrought to a terrible degree. I am delighted that she is to get a rest. It will be life to her, and in the morning she will be all right. Her nervous system is on the verge of a breakdown.

Did you notice how fearfully disturbed she was, and how red she got when she came in and found us talking? An ordinary thing like that, in her own house with her own guests, wouldn't, under normal circumstances, disturb her. I was about to tell him, as an explanation in her defense, how her entrance was a repetition of her finding the detective and myself alone together earlier on the day when I remembered that that conversation was so private that even an allusion to it might be awkward in evoking curiosity. So I remained silent.

We stood up to go to the sick room, but as we took our way through the dimly-lighted corridor, I could not help thinking again and again and again. I, and for many a day after, how strange it was that she had interrupted me on two such occasions when touching on such a theme. There was certainly some strange web of accidents in whose meshes we were all involved. End of Chapter 6. Recording by Roger Maline. Chapter 7 of the Jewel of Seven Stars This Libervox recording is in the public book.

domain. Recording by Roger Maline. The Jewel of Seven Stars by Bram Stoker. Chapter 7. The Traveler's Loss That night everything went well. Knowing that Miss Trelawney herself was not on guard, Dr. Winchester and I doubled our vigilance. The nurses and Mrs. Grant kept watch, and the detectives made their visit each.

quarter of an hour. All night the patient remained in his trance. He looked healthy, and his chest rose and fell with the easy breathing of a child. But he never stirred, only for his breathing he might have been of marble. Dr. Winchester and I wore our respirators, and irksome they were on that intolerably hot night. Between midnight and three o'clock, I felt anxious, and I was. And I was a. And and had once more that creepy feeling to which these last few nights had accustomed to me, but the gray of the dawn, stealing round the edges of the blinds, came with inexpressible relief, followed by restfulness, went through the household. During the hot night, my ears, strained to every sound, had been almost painfully troubled,

as though my brain or censoria were in anxious touch with them. every breath of the nurse or the rustle of her dress, every soft pat of slippered feet, as the policeman went his rounds, every moment of watching life seemed to be a new impetus to guardianship. Something of the same feeling must have been abroad in the house. Now and again I could hear upstairs the sound of restless feet,

and more than once downstairs the opening of a window. with the coming of the dawn however all this ceased and the whole household seemed to rest dr winchester went home when sister doris came to relieve mrs grant he was i think a little disappointed or chagrined that nothing of an exceptional nature had happened during his long night vigil at eight o'clock miss trelawney joined us and i was amazed as well as delighted to see how much good her night's sleep had done her. She was fairly radiant, just as I had seen her at our first meeting and at the picnic. There was even a suggestion of color in her cheeks, which, however, looked startlingly white in contrast with her black brows and scarlet lips. With her restored strength, there seemed to have come a tenderness, even exceeding that which she had at first shown to her sick father. I could not but be moved by the loving touches as she fixed his pillows and brushed

a hair from his forehead. I was wearied out myself with my long spell of watching, and now that she was on guard, I started off to bed, blinking my tired eyes in the full light and feeling the weariness of a sleepless night on me all at once. I had a good sleep, and after lunch I was about to start out to walk to German Street, when I noticed an importunate man at the hall door. The servant in charge was the one called Morris, formerly the odd man, but since the exodus of the servants promoted to be butler pro tem. The stranger was speaking rather loudly, so that there was no difficulty in understanding his grievance. The servant man was respectful in both words and demeanor, but he stood.

squarely in front of the great double door, so that the other could not enter. The first words which I heard from the visitor sufficiently explained the situation. That's all very well, but I tell you I must see Mr. Trelawney. What is the use of your saying I can't when I tell you I must? You put me off and off and off. I came here at nine. You said then that he was not up, and that if he was not well he could not be disturbed. I came at twelve, and you told me again he was not up.

I asked then to see any of his household. You told me that Miss Trelawney was not up. Now I come again at three, and you tell me he is still in bed and is not awake yet. Where is Miss Trelawney? She is occupied and must not be disturbed. Well, she must be disturbed. or someone must.

I am here about Mr. Trelawney's special business, and I have come from a place where servants always begin by saying, No. No isn't good enough for me this time. I've had three years of it, waiting outside doors and tents, when it took longer to get in than it did into the tombs. And then you would think, too,

the men inside were as dead as the mummies. I've had about enough of it, I tell you. And when I come home and find the door of the man I've been working for barred in just the same way and with the same old answers, it stirs me up the wrong way. Did Mr. Trelawney leave orders that he would not see me when I should come? He paused and excitedly mopped his forehead. The servant answered very respectfully, I am very sorry, sir, if, in doing my duty, I have given any offence. But I have my orders and must obey them.

If you would like to leave any message, I will give it to Miss Trelawney. And if you will leave your address, she can communicate with you if she wishes. The answer came in such a way that it was easy to see that the speaker was a kind-hearted man and a just one. My good fellow, I have no fault to find with you personally, and I am sorry if I have hurt your feelings. I must be just, even if I am angry. But it is enough to anger any man to find himself in the position I am. Time is pressing. There is not an hour, not a minute, to lose.

And yet, here I am, kicking my heels for six hours, knowing all the time that your master will be a hundred times angrier than I am when he hears how the time has been fooled away. He would rather be waked out of a thousand sleeps than not see me just at present, and before it is too late. My God, it's simply dreadful, after all I've gone through, to have my work spoiled at the last and be foiled in the very doorway by a stupid flunky. Is there no one with sense in the house, or with a thousand, authority, even if he hasn't got sense?

I could mighty soon convince him that your master must be awakened, even if he sleeps like the seven sleepers. There was no mistaking the man's sincerity, or the urgency and importance of his business, from his point of view at any rate. I stepped forward. Morris, I said, you had better tell Miss Trelawney that this gentleman wants to see her particularly.

if she is busy ask mrs grant to tell her very good sir he answered in a tone of relief and hurried away i took the stranger into the little boudoir across the hall as we went he asked me are you the secretary no i am a friend of miss trelawney's my name is ross thank you very much mr ross for your kindness he said said, My name is Corbeck. I would give you my card, but they don't use cards where I've come from, and, if I had had any, I suppose they too would have gone last night. He stopped suddenly, as though conscious that he had said too much. We both remained silent. As we waited, I took stock of him. A short, sturdy man, brown as a coffeeberry, possibly inclined to be fat, but now lean exceedingly the deep wrinkles in his face and neck were not merely from time and exposure there were those unmistakable signs where flesh or fat has fallen away and the skin has become loose the neck was simply an intricate surface of seams and wrinkles and sun-scarred with the burning of the desert the far east the tropic seasons and the desert each can have its color

mark but all three are quite different and an eye which has once known can thenceforth easily distinguish them the dusky pallor of one the fierce red-brown of the other and of the third the dark ingrained burning as though it had become a permanent color mr corbeck had a big head massive and full with shaggy dark red-brown hair but bald on the temples his forehead was a fine one high and broad with to use the terms of physiognomy the frontal sinus boldly marked the squareness of it showed radicination and the fullness under the eyes language he had the short broad nose that marked he had the short broad nose that marks energy the square chin marked despite a thick unkempt beard and massive jaw that showed great resolution no bad man for the desert i thought as i looked miss trelawney came very quickly when mr corbeck saw her he seemed somewhat surprised but his annoyance and excitement had not disappeared quite enough remained to cover up any such secondary and purely exoteric feeling as surprise but as she spoke he never took his eyes off her and i made a mental note that i would find some early opportunity of investigating the cause of his surprise she began with an apology which quite smoothed down his ruffled feelings of course had my father been well you would not have been kept waiting Indeed, had not I been on duty in the sick room when you called the first time,

I should have seen you at once. Now will you kindly tell me what is the matter which so presses? He looked at me and hesitated. She spoke at once. You may say before Mr. Ross anything which you can tell me. He has my fullest confidence and is helping me in my trouble. I do not think you quite understand how serious. my father's condition is. For three days he has not

waked or given any sign of consciousness, and I am in terrible trouble about him. Unhappily, I am in great ignorance of my father and his life. I only came to live with him a year ago, and I know nothing whatever of his affairs. I do not even know who you are, or in what way your business is associated with him. She said this with a little deprecating smile, all conventional and altogether graceful, as though to express in the most genuine way her absurd ignorance. He looked steadily at her for perhaps a quarter of a minute, then he spoke, beginning at once as though his mind were made up and his confidence

established. My name is Eugene Corbeck. I am a master of arts and doctor of laws and master of surgery of Cambridge, doctor of letters of Oxford, doctor of science and doctor of languages of London University, doctor of philosophy of Berlin, doctor of Oriental languages of Paris. I have some other degrees, honorary and otherwise, but I need not trouble you with them. Those that I have named will show you that I am sufficiently feathered with diplomas to fly into even a sick room. Early in life, fortunately for my interests and pleasures, but unfortunately for my pocket,

I fell in with Egyptology. I must have been bitten by some powerful scarab, for I took it bad. I went out tomb hunting, and managed to get a living of a sort and to learn some things that you can't get out of books. I was in pretty low water when I met your father, who was doing some explorations on his own account and since then i haven't found that i have many unsatisfied wants he is a real patron of the arts no mad egyptologist can ever hope for a better chief

he spoke with feeling and i was glad to see that miss trelawney colored up with pleasure at the praise of her father i could not help noticing however that mr corbeck was in a measure in a measure speaking as if against time. I took it that he wished, while speaking, to study his ground, to see how far he would be justified in taking into confidence the two strangers before him. As he went on,

I could see that his confidence kept increasing. When I thought of it afterward and remembered what he had said, I realized that the measure of the information which he gave us marked his growing trust. I have been several times out on expeditions in Egypt for your father, and I have always found it a delight to work for him. Many of his treasures, and he has some rare ones, I tell you,

he has procured through me, either by my exploration or by purchase, or otherwise. Your father, Miss Trelawney, has a rare knowledge. He sometimes makes up his mind that he wants to find a particular thing of whose existence, if it still exists, he has become aware, and he will follow it all over the world till he gets it. I've been on just such a chase now. He stopped suddenly, as suddenly as though his mouth had been shut by the jerk of a string. We waited. When he went on, he spoke with a caution that was new to him, as though he wished to forestall our asking any questions. i am not at liberty to mention anything of my mission where it was to what it was for or anything at all about it such matters are in confidence between mr trelawney and myself i am pledged to absolute secrecy

he paused and an embarrassed look crept over his face suddenly he said you are sure miss trelawney your father is not well enough to see me to-day a look of wonderment was on her face in turn but it cleared at once she stood up saying in a tone in which dignity and graciousness were blended come and see for yourself she moved toward her father's room he followed and i brought up the rear mr corbeck entered the sick room as though he knew it there is an unconscious attitude or bearing to persons in new surroundings which there is no mistaking even in his anxiety to see his powerful friend he glanced for a moment round the room as at a familiar place then all his attention became fixed on the bed i watched him narrowly for somehow i felt that on this man depended much of our enlightenment regarding the strange matter in which we were involved It was not that I doubted him. The man was of transparent honesty. It was this very quality which we had to dread.

He was of that courageous, fixed trueness to his undertaking, that if he should deem it his duty to guard a secret, he would do it to the last. The case before us was at least an unusual one, and it would, consequently, require moral liberal recognition of bound, of the duty of secrecy than would hold under ordinary conditions. To us, ignorance was helplessness. If we could learn anything of the past,

we might at least form some idea of the conditions antecedent to the attack, and might, so, achieve some means of helping the patient to recovery. There were curios which might be removed. My thoughts were beginning to whirl once again. I pulled myself up sharply and watched. There was a look of infinite pity on the sun-stained, rugged face as he gazed at his friend, lying so helpless. The sternness of Mr. Trelawney's face had not relaxed in sleep,

but somehow it made the helplessness more marked. It would not have troubled one to see a weak or an ordinary face under such conditions, but this purposeful, masterful man, lying before us, wrapped in impenetrable sleep, had all the pathos of a great ruin. The sight was not a new one to us, but I could see that Miss Trelawney, like myself, was moved afresh by it in the presence of the stranger. Mr. Corbeck's face grew stern. All the pity died away, and in its stead came a grim, hard look

which boated ill for whoever had been the cause of this mighty downfall this look in turn gave place to one of decision the volcanic energy of the man was working to some definite purpose he glanced around at us and as his eyes lighted on nurse kennedy his eyebrows went up a trifle she noted the look and glanced interrogatively at miss chelani who flashed back a reply with a glance. She went quietly from the room, closing the door behind her. Mr. Corbeck looked first at me, with a strong man's natural impulse to learn from a man rather than a woman, then at Miss Trelawney, with a remembrance of the duty of courtesy, and said, Tell me all about it, how it began and when. Miss Trelawney looked at me appealingly, and forthwith I told him all that I knew. He seemed to make no motion during the whole time, but insensibly the bronze face became steel.

When at the end I told him of Mr. Marvin's visit, and of the power of attorney, his look began to brighten. And when, seeing his interest in the matter, I went into more detail as to its terms, He spoke. Good. Now I know where my duty lies. With a sinking heart I heard him. Such a phrase, coming at such a time, seemed to close the door to my hopes of enlightenment.

What do you mean? I asked, feeling that my question was a feeble one. His answer emphasized my fears. Trelawney knows what he is doing. He has. had some definite purpose in all that he did, and we must not thwart him. He evidently expected something to happen and guarded himself at all points. "'Not at all points,' I said impulsively.

"'There must have been a weak spot somewhere, or he wouldn't be lying here like that.' Somehow his impassiveness surprised me. I had expected that he would find a valid argument in my phrase, but it did not move him, at least not in the way I thought. Something like a smile flickered over his swarthy face as he answered me, This is not the end. Trelawney did not guard himself to no purpose. Doubtless, he expected this too, or at any rate the possibility of it.

Do you know what he expected, or from what source? The questioner was Miss Trelawney. The answer came at once. No, I know nothing of either. I can guess. He stopped suddenly. Guess what? The suppressed excitement in the girl's voice was akin to anguish.

The steely look came over the swarthy face again, but there was tenderness and courtesy in both voice and manner, as he replied, Believe me, I would do anything I honestly could. could to relieve your anxiety but in this i have a higher duty what duty silence as he spoke the word the strong mouth closed like a steel trap we all remained silent for a few minutes in the intensity of our thinking the silence became a positive thing the small sounds of life within and without the house seemed intrusive the first to break it was miss trelawney i had seen an idea a hope flash in her eyes but she steadied herself before speaking what was the urgent subject in which you wanted to see me knowing that my father was not available the pause showed her mastery of her thoughts

the instantaneous change in mr corbeck was almost ludicrous his start of surprise coming close upon his iron-clad impassiveness was like a pantomimic change but all idea of comedy was swept away by the tragic earnestness with which he remembered his original purpose my god he said as he raised his hand from the chair back on which it rested and beat it down with a violence which would in itself have arrested attention his brows corrugated as he went on i quite forgot what a loss now of all times just at the moment of success he lying there helpless and my tongue-tied not able to raise hand or foot in my ignorance of his wishes what is it oh do tell us i am so anxious about my dear father is it any new trouble i hope not oh i hope not i have had such anxiety and trouble already it alarms me afresh to hear you speak so won't you tell me something to allay this terrible anxiety and uncertainty he drew his sturdy form up to his full height as he said Alas, I cannot, may not tell you anything. It is his secret, he pointed to the bed.

And yet, and yet I came here for his advice, his counsel, his assistance. And he lies there helpless. And time is flying by us. It may soon be too late. What is it? What is it? Miss Trelawney in a sort of passion of anxiety, her face drawn with pain. Oh, speak! Say something! This anxiety and horror and mystery are killing me.

Mr. Corbeck calmed himself by a great effort. I may not tell you details, but I have had a great loss. My mission, in which I have spent three years was successful. I discovered all that I sought, and more, and brought them home with me safely. Treasures, priceless in themselves, but doubly precious to him by whose wishes and instructions I sought them. I arrived in London only last night, and when I woke this morning my precious charge was stolen. Stolen in some mysterious way. Not a soul in London knew that I was arriving.

No one but myself knew what was in the shabby portmanteau that I carried. My room had but one door, and that I locked and bolted. The room was high in the house, five stories up, so that no entrance could have been obtained by the window. Indeed, I had closed the window myself and shut the hasp, for I wished to be secure in every way. This morning the hasp was untouched, and yet my portmanteau was empty the lamps were gone there it is out i went to egypt to search for a set of antique lamps which mr toulogne wished to trace

with incredible labor and through many dangers i followed them i brought them safe home and now he turned away much moved even his iron nature was breaking down under the sense of loss miss trelawney stepped over and laid her hand on his arm i looked at her in amazement all the passion and pain which had so moved her seemed to have taken the form of resolution her form was erect her eyes blazed energy was manifest in every nerve and fibre of her being even her voice was full of nervous power as she spoke it was apparent that she was a marvellously strong woman and that her strength could answer when called upon we must act at once my father's wishes must be carried out if it is possible to us mr ross you are a lawyer we have actually in the house a man whom you consider one of the best detectives in london surely we can do something we can begin at once mr corbeck took new life from her enthusiasm good you are your father's daughter was all he said but his admiration for her energy was manifested by the impulsive way in which he took her hand i moved over to the door i was going to bring sergeant daw and from her look of approval i knew that margaret miss trelawney understood i was at the door i was at the door when Mr. Corbeck called me back.

One moment, he said, before we bring a stranger on the scene, it must be borne in mind that he is not to know what you know now, that the lamps were the object of a prolonged and difficult and dangerous search. All I can tell him, all that he must know from any source, is that some of my property has been stolen. I must describe some of the lamps, especially one, for it is of gold, and my fear is, lest the thief, ignorant of its historic worth, may, in order to cover up his crime, have it melted.

I would willingly pay ten, twenty, a hundred, a thousand times its intrinsic value, rather than have it destroyed. I shall tell him only what is necessary. So, please, let me answer any questions he may ask, unless, of course, I ask you or refer to either of you for the answer. We both nodded acquiescence. Then a thought struck me, and I said, By the way, if it be necessary to keep this matter quiet,

it will be better to have it, if possible, a private job for the detective. If once a thing gets to Scotland Yard, it is out of our power to keep it quiet, and further secrecy may be impossible. I shall sound Sergeant Daw before he comes up. If I say nothing, it will mean that he accepts the task and will deal with it privately. Mr. Corbeck answered at once, Secrecy is everything. The one thing I dread is that the lamps, or some of them, may be destroyed at once.

To my intense astonishment, Miss Trelawney spoke out at once, but quietly in a decided voice. They will not be destroyed, nor any of them. Mr. Corbeck actually smiled in amazement. How on earth do you know, he asked? Her answer was still more incomprehensible. I don't know how I know it, but know it I do. I feel it all through me,

as though it were a conviction which has been with me. all my life. End of Chapter 7. Recording by Roger Maline. Chapter 8 of the Jewel of Seven Stars. This Liberbox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Roger Maline. The Jewel of Seven Stars by Bram Stoker. Chapter 8, the finding of the lamps. Sergeant Daw at first made some demur, but finally agreed to advise private. on a matter which might be suggested to him. He added that I was to remember that he only undertook to advise, for if action were required,

he might have to refer the matter to headquarters. With this understanding, I left him in the study and brought Miss Chalani and Mr. Corbeck to him. Nurse Kennedy resumed her place at the bedside before we left the room. I could not but admire the cautious, cool-headed precision with which the traveler stated his case. He did not seem to conceal anything, and yet he gave the least possible description of the objects missing.

He did not enlarge on the mystery of the case. He seemed to look on it as an ordinary hotel theft. Knowing, as I did, that his one object was to recover the articles before their identity could be obliterated, I could see the rare intellectual skill with which he'd gave the necessary matter and held back all else, though without seeming to do so. Truly, thought I, this man has learned the lesson of the Eastern bazaars, and with Western intellect has improved upon his masters. He quite conveyed his idea to the detective, who, after thinking the matter over for a few moments,

said, Pot or scale? That is the question. what does that mean asked the other keenly alert an old thieves phrase from birmingham i thought that in these days of slang every one knew that in old times at broom which had a lot of small metal industries the gold and silversmiths used to buy metal from almost anyone who came along and as metal in small quantities could generally be had cheap when they didn't ask where it came from, it got to be accustomed to ask only one thing, whether the customer wanted the goods melted, in which case the buyer made the price, and the melting pot was always on the fire. If it was to be preserved in its present state at the buyer's option, it went into the scale and fetched standard price for old metal. There is a good deal of such work done still,

and in other places than broom. When we're looking for stolen, watches we often come across the works, and it's not possible to identify wheels and springs out of a heap, but it's not often that we come across cases that are wanted. Now, in the present instance, much will depend on whether the thief is a good man. That's what they call a man who knows his work. A first-class crook will know whether a thing is of more value than merely the metal in it, and in such case he would put it with someone who could place it later on, in America, or France, perhaps. By the way, do you think anyone but yourself could identify your lamps?

No one but myself. Are there others like them? Not that I know of, answered Mr. Corbeck, though there may be others that resemble them in many particulars. The detective paused before asking again, would any other skilled person at the British Museum, for instance, or a dealer or a collector like Mr. Trelawney, know the value, the artistic value of the lamps?

Certainly. Anyone with a head in his shoulders would see at a glance that the things were valuable. The detective's face brightened. Then there is a chance. If your door was locked and the window shut, the goods were not stolen. by the chance of a chambermaid or a boots coming along. Whoever did the job went after it special,

and he ain't going apart with his swag without his price. This must be a case of notice to the pawnbrokers. There's one good thing about it, anyhow, that the hue and cry needn't be given. We needn't tell Scotland Yard, unless you like, we can work the thing privately. If you wish to keep the thing dark, as you told me at the first, that is our chance.

Mr. Corbeck, after a pause, said quietly, I suppose you couldn't hazard a suggestion as to how the robbery was affected? The policeman smiled the smile of knowledge and experience. In a very simple way, I have no doubt, sir. That is how all these mysterious crimes turn out in the long run. The criminal knows his work. and all the tricks of it, and he is always on the watch for chances. Moreover, he knows by experience what these chances are likely to be, and how they usually come.

The other person is only careful. He doesn't know all the tricks and pits that may be made for him, and by some little oversight or other he falls into the trap. When we know all about this case, you will wonder that you did not see the method of it all along. this seemed to annoy mr corbeck a little there was decided heat in his manner as he answered look here my good friend there is not anything simple about this case except that the things were taken the window was closed the fireplace was bricked up there is only one door to the room and that i locked and bolted there is no transom i have heard all about hotel robberies through the transoe him. I never left my room in the night. I looked at the things before going to bed, and I went to look at them again when I woke up. If you can rig up any kind of simple robbery out of these facts,

you are a clever man. That's all I say, clever enough to go right away and get my things back. Miss Falani laid her hand upon his arm in a soothing way, and said quietly, Do not distress yourself unnecessarily. I am sure they will turn up. Sergeant Daw turned to her so quickly that I could not help remembering vividly his suspicions of her, already formed, as he said,

May I ask, Miss, on what you base that opinion? I dreaded to hear her answer, given to ears already awake to suspicion, but it came to me as a new pain or shock all the same. i cannot tell you how i know but i am sure of it the detective looked at her for some seconds in silence and then threw a quick glance at me presently he had a little more conversation with mr corbeck as to his own movements the details of the hotel in the room and the means of identifying the goods then he went away to commence his inquiries mr corbeck impressing on him the necessity for secrecy lest the thief should get wind of his danger and destroy the lamps mr corbeck promised when going away to attend to various matters of his own business to return early in the evening and to stay in the house all that day miss trelawney was in better spirits and looked in better strength than she had yet been despite the new shock and annoyance of the theft which must ultimately bring so much disappointment to her father

we spent most of the day looking over the curio treasures of mr trelawney for what i had heard from mr corbeck i began to have some idea of the vastness of his enterprise in the world of Egyptian research, and with this light, everything around me began to have a new interest. As I went on, the interest grew. Any lingering doubts which I might have had changed to wonder and admiration. The house seemed to be a veritable storehouse of marvels of antique art. In addition to the curios, big and little, in Mr. Trelawney's own room,

from the great sarcophagi down to the... the scarabs of all kinds in the cabinets, the great hall, the staircase landings, the study, and even the boudoir were full of antique pieces which would have made a collector's mouth water. Miss Trelawney from the first came with me and looked with growing interest at everything. After having examined some cabinets of exquisite amulets, she said to me in quite a naive way, you will hardly believe that I have of late seldom even looked at any of these things. It is only since father has been ill that I seem to have even any curiosity about them. But now they grow and grow on me to quite an absorbing degree.

I wonder if it is that the collector's blood which I have in my veins is beginning to manifest itself. If so, the strange thing is that I have not felt the call of it before. of course i know most of the big things and have examined them more or less but really in a sort of way i have always taken them for granted as though they had always been there i have noticed the same thing now and again with family pictures and the way they are taken for granted by the family if you will let me examine them with you it would be delightful it was a joy to me to hear her talk in such a way and her last suggestion quite thrilled me together we went round the various rooms and passages examining and admiring the magnificent curios there was such a bewildering amount and variety of objects that we could only glance at most of them but as we went along we arranged that we should take them syriatum day by day and examine them more closely in the hall was a sort of big frame of florinated steelwork which margaret said her father used for lifting the heavy stone lids of the sarcophagi it was not heavy and could be moved about easily enough by aid of this we raised the covers in turn and looked at the endless series of hieroglyphic pictures cut in most of them

in spite of her profession of ignorance margaret knew a good deal about them her year of life with her father had had unconsciously its daily and hourly lesson she was a remarkably clever and acute-minded girl and with a pretty-minded girl and with a prodigious memory, so that her store of knowledge, gathered unthinkingly bit by bit, had grown to proportions that many a scholar might have envied. And yet it was all so naive and unconscious, so girlish and simple. She was so fresh in her views and ideas, and had so little thought of self, that in her companionship I forgot for the time all the troubles and mysteries which enmesed the house, and I felt like a bolder. boy again. The most interesting of the sarcophagi were undoubtedly the three in Mr. Trelawney's

room. Of these, two were of dark stone, one of porphyry, and the other of a sort of iron stone. These were wrought with some hieroglyphs. But the third was strikingly different. It was of some yellow-brown substance of the dominating color effect of Mexican onyx, which it resembled in many ways, accepting that the natural pattern of its convolutions was less marked. Here and there were patches almost transparent, certainly translucent. The whole chest, cover and all, was wrought with hundreds, perhaps thousands, of minute hieroglyphics, seemingly in an endless series. Back, front, sides, edges, bottom, all had their quota of the dainty pictures.

the deep blue of their coloring showing up fresh and sharply edge in the yellow stone it was very long nearly nine feet and perhaps a yard wide the sides undulated so that there was no hard line even the corners took such excellent curves that they pleased the eye truly i said this must have been made for a giant or for a giantess said margaret this sarcophagus stood near to one of the windows it was in one respect different from all the other sarcophagi in the place all the others in the house of whatever material granite porphyry ironstone basalt slate or wood were quite simple in form within some of them were plain of interior surface some of them were plain of interior surface others were engraved in whole or part with hieroglyphics but each and all of them had no protuberances or uneven surface anywhere they might have been used for baths indeed they resembled in many ways roman baths of stone or marble which i had seen inside this however was a raised space outlined like a human figure i asked margaret if she could explain it in any way for answer she said father never wished to speak about this it attracted my attention from the first but when i asked him about it he said i shall tell you all about it some day little girl if i live but not yet the story is not yet told as i hope to tell it to you

some day perhaps soon i shall know all and then we shall go over it together and a mighty interesting story you will find it from first to last once afterward i said rather lightly i am afraid is that story of the sarcophagus told yet father he shook his head and looked at me gravely as he said not yet little girl but it will be if i live if I live. His repeating that phrase about his living rather frightened me. I never ventured to ask him again. Somehow this thrilled me. I could not exactly say how or why,

but it seemed like a gleam of light, at least. There are, I think, moments when the mind accept something is true, though it can account for neither the course of the thought, nor, if there be more than one thought, the connection between them. Hitherto we had been in such outer darkness regarding Mr. Trelawney, and the strange visitation which had fallen on him,

that anything which afforded a clue, even of the faintest and most shadowy kind, had at the outset the enlightening satisfaction of a certainty. Here were two lights of our puzzle. The first that Mr. Trelawney associated with this particular curio a doubt of his own living. The second that he had some purpose or expectation with regard to it, which he would not disclose, even to his daughter, till complete.

Again it was to be borne in mind that this sarcophagus differed internally from all the others. What meant that odd-raised place? I said nothing to Miss Trelawney, for I feared lest I should either frighten her or buoy her up with future hopes, but I made up my mind that I would take an early opportunity for further investigation. Close beside the sarcophagus was a low table of green stone with red veins in it, like bloodstone. The feet were fashioned like the paws of a jackal, and round each leg was twined a full-throated snake wrought exquisitely in pure gold. On it rested a strange and very beautiful coffer or casket of stone of a peculiar shape. It was something like a small coffin, except that the

longer sides, instead of being cut off square like the upper or level part, were continued to a point. Thus it was an irregular septahedron, there being two planes on each of the two sides, one end and a top and bottom. The stone, of one piece of which it was wrought, was such as I had never seen before. At the base it was of a full green, the color of emerald without, of course, its gleam. It was not by any means dull, however, either in color or substance, and was of infinite hardness and fineness of texture. The surface was almost that of a jewel. The color grew lighter as it rose, with gradation so fine as to be imperceptible, changing to a fine yellow almost of the color of mandor in china it was quite unlike anything i had ever seen and did not resemble any stone or gem that i knew

i took it to be some unique mother stone or matrix of some gem it was wrought all over except in a few spots with fine hieroglyphics exquisitely done and colored with the same blue-green cement or pigment that appeared on the sarcophagus. In length it was about two feet into half, in breadth, about half this, and was nearly a foot high. The vacant spaces were irregularly distributed about the top running to the pointed end. These places seemed less opaque

than the rest of the stone. I tried to lift up the lid so that I might see if they were translucent, but it was securely fixed. It fitted so exactly that the whole coffer seemed like a single piece of stone mysteriously hollowed from within. On the sides and edges were some odd-looking protuberances, wrought just as finely as any other portion of the coffer

which had been sculptured by manifest design in the cutting of the stone. They had queer-shaped holes or hollows, different, in each, and like the rest, were covered with the hieroglyphic figures, cut finely and filled in with the same blue-green cement. On the other side of the great sarcophagus stood another small table of alabaster, exquisitely chased with symbolic figures of gods and the signs of the zodiac. On this table stood a case of about a foot square, composed of slabs of rock crystal, set in a skeleton of bands of red gold, beautifully engraved with hieroglyphics, and colored with a blue-green, very much the tint of the figures in the sarcophagus and the coffer.

The whole work was quite modern. But if the case was modern, what it held was not. Within, on a cushion of cloth of gold as fine as silk, and with the peculiar softness of old gold, rested a mummy hand, so perfect that it startled one to see it. A woman's hand, fine and long, with slim, tapering fingers, and nearly as perfect as when it was given to the embalmer thousands of years before. In the embalming it had lost nothing of its beautiful shape.

Even the wrist seemed to maintain its pliability, as the gentle curve lay on the cushion. the skin was of a rich creamy or old ivory color a dusky fair skin which suggested heat but heat and shadow the great peculiarity of it as a hand was that it had in all seven fingers there being two middle and two index fingers the upper end of the wrist was jagged as though it had been broken off and was stained with the red-brown stain with the red-brown stains on the cushion near the hand was a small scarab exquisitely wrought of emerald that is another of father's mysteries when i asked him about it he said that it was perhaps the most valuable thing he had except one when i asked him what that one was he refused to tell me and forbade me to ask him anything concerning it i will tell you he said all about it too in good time if i live if i live the phrase again these three things grouped together the sarcophagus the coffer and the hand seemed to make a trilogy of mystery indeed at this time miss trollani was sent for on some domestic matter i looked at the other curios in the room but they did not seem to have anything like the same charm for me now

that she was away. Later on in the day, I was sent for to the boudoir where she was consulting with Mrs. Grant as to the lodgment of Mr. Corbeck. They were in doubt as to whether he should have a room close to Mr. Trelawney's or quite away from it, and had thought it well to ask my advice on the subject. I came to the conclusion that he had better not be too near, for the first at all events, he could easily be moved closer if necessary. When Mrs. Grant had gone,

I asked Miss Trollani how it came that the furniture of this room, the boudoir in which we were, was so different from the other rooms of the house. Father's forethought, she answered. When I first came, he thought, and rightly enough, that I might get frightened with so many records of death

and the tomb everywhere, so he had this room and the little sweet off it, that door opens into the sitting-room, where I slept last night, furnished with pretty things. You see, they are all beautiful. That cabinet belonged to the great Napoleon. There is nothing Egyptian in these rooms at all, then,

I asked, rather to show interest in what she had said than anything else, for the furnishing of the room was apparent. What a lovely cabinet! May I look at it? Of course, with the greatest pleasure, she answered with a smile. It's finishing, within and without, father says, is absolutely complete. I stepped over and looked at it closely. It was made of tulip wood, inlaid in patterns, and was mounted in Ormolu.

I pulled open one of the drawers, a deep one where I could see the work to great advantage. As I pulled it, something rattled inside as though rolling. There was a tinkle as of metal on metal. "'Hello,' I said. "'There is something in here. Perhaps I'd better not open it.' "'There is nothing that I know of,' she answered. Some of the housemaids may have used it to put something by for the time and forgotten it.

Open it, by all means. I pulled open the drawer. As I did so, both Miss Trelawney and I started back in amazement. There before our eyes lay a number of ancient Egyptian lamps, of various sizes and of strangely varied shapes. We leaned over them and looked closely. My own heart was beating like a trip-hammer, and I could see by the heaving of Margaret's bosom

that she was strangely excited. Whilst we looked, afraid to touch and almost afraid to think, there was a ring at the front door. Immediately afterwards, Mr. Corbeck, followed by Sergeant Daw, came into the hall. The door of the boudoir was open, and when they saw us, Mr. Corbeck came running in, followed more slowly by the detective. There was a sort of chastened joy in his face and manner, as he said impulsively,

"'Rejoice with me, my dear Miss Trelawney. My luggage has come, and all my things are intact.' Then his face fell, as he added, "'Except the lamps. The lamps that were worth all the rest a thousand times.' He stopped, struck by the strange pallor of her face. Then his eyes, following her look and mine, lit on the cluster of lamps in the drawer.

He gave a sort of cry of surprise and joy as he bent over and touched them. My lamps! My lamps! Then they are safe, safe! But how in the name of God, of all the gods, did they come here? We all stood silent. The detective made a deep sound of intaking breath.

I looked at him, and as he caught my glance, he turned his eyes on Miss Trelawney, whose back was toward him. There was, in them, the same look of suspicion, which had been there when he had spoken to me of her being the first to find her father on the occasions of the attacks. End of Chapter 8. Recording by Roger Maline Chapter 9 of the Jewel of Seven Stars This Librevox recording.

is in the public domain. Recording by Roger Maline. The Jewel of Seven Stars by Bram Stoker. Chapter 9. The Need of Knowledge Mr. Corbeck seemed to go almost off his head at the recovery of the lamps. He took them up one by one and looked them all over tenderly, as though they were things that he loved. In his delight and excitement, he breathed so hard that it seemed. almost like a cat purring.

Sergeant Daw said quietly, his voice breaking the silence like a discord and a melody, Are you quite sure those lamps are the ones you had and that were stolen? His answer was in an indignant tone. Sure, of course I'm sure.

There isn't another set of lamps like these in the world. So far as you know, the detective's words were smooth enough, but his manner was so exasperating that I was sure he had some motive in it, so I waited in silence. He went on, Of course there may be some in the British Museum, or Mr. Trelawney may have had these already. There's nothing new under the sun, you know, Mr. Corbeck, not even in Egypt.

These may be the originals, and yours may have been the copies. Are there any points by which you can identify these as yours? mr corbeck was really angry by this time he forgot his reserve and in his indignation poured forth a torrent of almost incoherent but enlightening broken sentences identify copies of them british museum rot perhaps they keep a set in scotland yard for teaching idiot policeman egyptology do i know them when i have carried them about my body in the desert for three months and lay awake night after night to watch them when i have looked them over with a magnifying glass hour after hour till my eyes ached till every tiny blotch and chip and ding became as familiar to me as his chart to a captain as familiar as they doubtless have been all the time to every thick-headed area prowler within the bounds of mortality see here young man look at these he ranged the lamps in a row on the top of the cabinet did you ever see a set of lamps of these shapes of any one of these shapes look at these dominant figures on this them. Did you ever see so complete a set, even in Scotland Yard, even in Bow Street?

Look, one on each, the seven forms of Hathor. Look at that figure of the Ka, of a princess of the two Egypt, standing between Ra and Osiris in the boat of the dead, with the eye of sleep, supported on legs, bending before her. And Harmokas rising in the north. Will you find that in the British? Museum, or Bow Street, or perhaps your studies in the Giza Museum, or the Fitzwilliam, or Paris, or Leiden, or Berlin have shown you that the episode is common in hieroglyphics, and that this is only a copy.

Perhaps you can tell me what that figure of Petar Sikaros are holding the tete wrapped in the scepter of papyrus means. Did you ever see it before, even in the British Museum, or Giza, or Scotland Yard? He broke off suddenly, and then went on in quite a different way. Look here. It seems to me that the thick-headed idiot is myself. I beg your pardon, old fellow, for my rudeness. I quite lost my temper at the suggestion that I do not know these lamps. You don't mind, do you?

The detective answered heartily, "'Lord, sir, not I. I like to see folks angry when I am dealing with them.' whether they are on my side or the other. It is when people are angry that you learn the truth from them. I keep cool, that is my trade. Do you know, you have told me more about those lamps in the past two minutes than when you filled me up with details of how to identify them?

Mr. Corbeck grunted. He was not pleased at having given himself away. All at once he turned to me and said in his natural way, Now, tell me how you got them back? I was so surprised that I said without thinking, We didn't get them back. The traveler laughed openly. What on earth do you mean? he asked.

You didn't get them back. Why, there they are before your eyes. We found you looking at them when we came in. By this time I had recovered my surprise and had my wits about me. Why, that's just it, I said. We had only come across them by accident that very moment. Mr. Corbeck drew back and looked hard at Miss Trelawney and myself, turning his eyes from one to the other as he asked,

Do you mean to tell me that no one brought them here? That you found them in that drawer? That, so to speak, no one at all brought them back? I suppose someone must have brought them. here, they couldn't have come of their own accord, but who it was, or when, or how, neither of us knows. We shall have to make inquiry and see if any of the servants know anything of it. We all stood silent for several seconds. It seemed like a long time. The first to speak was the detective, who said in an unconscious way,

Well, I'm damned. Oh, I beg your pardon, miss. Then his mouth shut like a steel trap. We called up the servants, one by one, and asked them if they knew anything of some articles placed in a drawer in the boudoir, but none of them could throw any light on the circumstance. We did not tell them what the articles were,

or let them see them. Mr. Corbeck packed the lamps in cotton wool and placed them in a tin box. this i may mention incidentally was then brought up to the detective's room where one of the men stood guard over them with a revolver the whole night next day we got a small safe into the house and placed them in it there were two different keys one of them i kept myself the other i placed in my drawer in the safe deposit vault we were all determined that the lamp should not be lost again about an hour after we had found the lamps dr winchester arrived he had a large parcel with him which when unwrapped proved to be the mummy of a cat with miss trelawney's permission he placed this in the boudoir and sylvia was brought close to it to the surprise of us all however except perhaps dr winchester he did not manifest the least annoyance he took no notice of it whatever he stood on the table close beside it purring loudly then following out his plan the doctor brought him into mr trelawney's room we all following

dr winchester was excited miss trelawney anxious i was more than interested myself for i began to have a glimmering of the doctor's idea the detective was calmly and coldly superior but mr corbeck who was an enthusiast was full of eager curiosity. The moment Dr. Winchester got into the room, Silvio began to mew and wriggle, and jumping out of his arms, ran over to the cat mummy and began to scratch angrily at it. Miss Chalani had some difficulty in taking him away, but so soon as he was out of the room, he became quiet. When she came back, there was a clamor of comment. I thought so, from the doctor. What can it mean, from Miss Trelawney? That's a very strange thing, from Mr. Corbeck.

Odd, but it doesn't prove anything, from the detective. I suspend my judgment from myself, thinking it advisable to say something. Then by common consent we dropped the theme for the present. in my room that evening i was making some notes of what had happened when there came a low tap on the door in obedience to my summons sergeant daw came in carefully closing the door behind him well sergeant said i sit down what is it i wanted to speak to you sir about those lamps i nodded and waited he went on you know that the room where they were found opens directly into the room where miss Trelawney slept last night yes during the night a window somewhere in that part of the house was opened and shut again I heard it and took a look around but I could see no sign of anything yes I know that I said I heard a window moved myself does nothing strike you as strange about it sir strange I said,

Strange! Why, it's all the most bewildering, maddening thing I've ever encountered. It is all so strange that one seems to wonder, and simply waits for what'll happen next. But what do you mean by strange? The detective paused, as if choosing his words to begin, and then said deliberately, You see, I am not one who believes in magic and such things.

i am for facts all the time and i always find in the long run that there is a reason and a cause for everything this new gentleman says these things were stolen out of his room in the hotel the lamps i take it from some things he has said really belong to mr trelawney his daughter the lady of the house having left the room she usually occupies sleeps that night on the ground floor a window was heard to open and shut during the night when we who have been during the day trying to find a clue to the robbery come to the house we find the stolen goods in a room close to where she slept and opening out of it he stopped i felt that same sense of pain and apprehension which i had experienced when he had spoken to me before creeping or rather rushing over me again i had to face the matter out however my relations with her and the feelings toward her which i now knew full well meant a very deep love and devotion demanded so much i said as calmly as i could for i knew the keen eyes of the skilful investigator were on me and the inference he answered with the cool audacity of conviction the inference to me is that there was no robbery at all the goods were taken by someone to the this house where they were received through a window on the ground floor they were placed in the cabinet ready to be discovered when the proper time should come somehow i felt relieved the assumption was too monstrous i did not want however my relief to be apparent so i answered as gravely as i could and who do you suppose brought them to the house i keep my mind open as to that possibly mr corbeck himself the matter might be too risky to trust to a third party

then the natural extension of your inference is that mr corbeck is a liar and a fraud and that he is in conspiracy with miss trelawney to deceive some one or other about those lamps those are harsh words mr ross they're so plain-spoken that they bring a man up standing and make few doubts for him but i have to go where my reason points it may be that there is another party than miss trelawney in it indeed if it hadn't been for the other matter that set me thinking and bred doubts of its own about her i wouldn't dream of mixing her up in this but i'm safe on corbeck whoever else is in it he is the things couldn't have been taken without his connivance if what he says is true if it isn't well he is a liar anyhow i would think it a bad job to have him stay in the house with so many valuables only that it will give me and my mate a chance of watching him we'll keep a pretty good look out too i tell you he's up in my room now guarding those lambs but johnny wright is there too i go on before he comes off so there won't be much chance of another house-breaking of course mr ross all this too is between you and me quite so you may depend on my silence i said and he went away to keep a close eye on the egyptologist it seemed as though all my painful experiences were to go in pairs and that the sequence of the previous day was to be repeated for before long i had another private visit from dr winchester who had now paid his nightly visit to his patient and was on his way home he took the seat which i proffered and began at once

he took the seat which i proffered and began at once this is a strange affair altogether miss trelawney has just been telling me about the stolen lamps and of the finding of them in the napoleon cabinet it would seem to be another complication of the mystery and yet do you know it is a relief to me i have exhausted all human and natural possibilities of the case and am beginning to fall back on superhuman and supernatural possibilities here are such strange things that if i am not going mad i think we must have a solution before long i wonder if i might ask some questions and some help from mr corbeck without making further complications and embarrassing us he seems to know an amazing amount regarding egypt and all relating to it perhaps he wouldn't mind translating a little bit of hieroglyphic it is child's play to him what do you think you think he wouldn't mind translating a little bit of hieroglyphic it is child's play to him what do you think when i had thought the matter over a few seconds i spoke we wanted all the help we could get for myself i had perfect confidence in both men and any comparing notes or mutual assistance might bring good results such could hardly bring evil by all means i should ask him he seems an extraordinarily learned man in egyptology and he seems an extraordinarily learned man in egyptology and he seems to seems to me a good fellow as well as an enthusiast. By the way, it will be necessary to be a little guarded

as to whom you speak regarding any information which he may give you. "'Of course,' he answered, "'Indeed, I should not dream of saying anything to anybody, excepting yourself. We have to remember that when Mr. Trelawney recovers, he may not like to think that we have been chattering unduly over his affairs. Look here, I said. Why not stay for a while, and I shall ask him to come and have a pipe with us.

We can then talk over things. He acquiesced, so I went to the room where Mr. Corbeck was, and brought him back with me. I thought the detectives were pleased at his going. On the way to my room, he said, I don't half like leaving those things there with only those men to guard them. there are a deal-sight too precious to be left to the police, from which it would appear that suspicion was not confined to Sergeant Daw. Mr. Corbeck and Dr. Winchester, after a quick glance at each other,

became at once on most friendly terms. The traveler professed his willingness to be of any assistance which he could, provided, he added, that it was anything about which he was free to speak. This was not very promising, but Dr. Winchester began at once. I want you, if you will, to translate some hieroglyphic for me. Certainly, with the greatest pleasure, so far as I can. For I may tell you that hieroglyphic writing is not quite mastered yet, though we are getting at it, we are getting at it.

What is the inscription? There are two, he and. answered, one of them I shall bring here. He went out and returned in a minute with the mummy cat which he had that evening introduced to Silvio. The scholar took it, and after a short examination, said, There is nothing especial in this. It is an appeal to Bost, the lady of Bubastus, to give her good bread and milk in the

Elysian fields. There may be more inside, and if you will care to unroll. it, I will do my best. I do not think, however, that there is anything special. From the method of wrapping, I should say it is from the delta, and of a late period, when such mummy work was common and cheap. What is the other inscription you wish me to see? The inscription on the mummy cat in Mr. Trelawney's room. Mr. Corbeck's face fell. No, he said. I cannot do that. i am for the present at all events practically bound to secrecy regarding any of the things in mr trelawney's room dr winchester's comment and my own were made at the same moment i said only the one word checkmate from which i think he may have gathered that i guessed more of his idea and purpose than perhaps i had intentionally conveyed to him he murmured practically bound to secrecy

mr corbeck at once took up the challenge conveyed do not misunderstand me i am not bound by any definite pledge of secrecy but i am bound in honor to respect mr trelawney's confidence given to me i may tell you in a very large measure regarding many of the objects in his room he has a definite purpose in view and it would not be either right or becoming for me his trusted friend and confidant to forestall that purpose mr trelawney you may know or rather you do not know or you would not have so constructed my remark is a scholar a very great scholar he has worked for years toward a certain end for this he has spared no labor no expense, no personal danger or self-denial. He is on the line of a result which will place him amongst the foremost discoverers or investigators of his age. And now, just at the time when any hour might bring him success, he is stricken down. He stopped, seemingly overcome with emotion. After a time he recovered himself and went on,

again do not misunderstand me as to another point i have said that mr trelawney has made much confidence with me but i do not mean to lead you to believe that i know all his plans or his aims or objects i know the period which he has been studying and the definite historical individual whose life he has been investigating and whose records he has been following up one by one with infinite patience but beyond this I know nothing. That he has some aim or object in the completion of this knowledge, I am convinced. What it is, I may guess, but I must say nothing. Please to remember, gentlemen, that I have voluntarily accepted the position of recipient of a partial confidence. I have respected that, and I must ask any of my friends to do the same. He spoke with great dignity, and he grew, moment by moment, in the respect and esteem of both Dr. Winchester and myself.

We understood that he had not done speaking, so he waited in silence till he continued. I have spoken this much, although I know well that even such a hint as either of you might gather from my words might jeopardize the success of his work. But I am convinced that you both wish to help him, and his daughter. He said this, looking me fairly between. the eyes to the best of your power honestly and unselfishly he is so stricken down and the manner of it is so mysterious that i cannot but think that it is in some way a result of his own work that he calculated on some setback is manifest to us all god knows i am willing to do what i can and to use any knowledge i have in his behalf i arrived in england full of exultiote at the thought that I had fulfilled the mission with which he had trusted me. I had got what he said were the last objects of his search,

and I felt assured that he would now be able to begin the experiment of which he had often hinted to me. It is too dreadful that at just such a time such a calamity should have fallen on him. Dr. Winchester, you are a physician, and if your face does not belie you, you are a clever and a bold one. is there no way which you can devise to wake this man from his unnatural stupor there was a pause then the answer came slowly and deliberately

there is no ordinary remedy that i know of there might possibly be some extraordinary one but there would be no use in trying to find it except on one condition and that knowledge i am completely ignorant of egyptian matters language writing history secrets medicines poisons occult powers all that go to make up the mystery of that mysterious land this disease or condition or whatever it may be called from which mr trelawney is suffering is in some way connected with egypt i have had a suspicion of this from the first and later it grew into a certainty though without proof what you have said to-night confirms my conjecture and makes me believe that a proof is to be had i do not think that you quite know all that has gone on in this house since the night of the attack of the finding of mr trelawney's body now i propose that we confide in you If Mr. Ross agrees, I shall ask him to tell you. He is more skilled than I am in putting facts before other people. He can speak by his brief, and in this case he has the best of all briefs, the experience of his own eyes and ears, and the evidence that he has himself taken on the spot from participators in or spectators of what has happened.

When you know all, you will, I hope, be in a position to judge as to whether you can best help Mr. Chalani and further his secret wishes by your silence or your speech. I nodded approval. Mr. Corbeck jumped up and in his impulsive way held out a hand to each. "'Done,' he said, "'I acknowledge the honor of your confidence, and on my part I pledge myself that if I find my duty to Mr. Trelawney's wishes will, in his own interest,

allow my lips to open on his affairs, I shall speak so freely as I may. Accordingly, I began, and told him as exactly as I could, everything that had happened from the moment of my waking at the knocking on the door in Germain Street. The only reservations I made were as to my own feeling toward Miss Trelawney, and the matters of small import to the main subject which followed it, and my conversations with Sergeant Daw, which were in themselves private, and which would have demanded discretionary silence in any case. As I spoke, Mr. Corbeck followed with breathless interest.

Sometimes he would stand up and pace about the room in uncontrollable excitement, and then recover himself suddenly and sit down again. Sometimes he would be about to speak, but would, with an effort, restrain himself. I think the narration helped me to make up my own mind, for even as I talked, things seemed to appear in a clearer light. Things big and little, in relation of their importance to the case, fell into proper perspective. The story up to date became coherent,

except as to its cause, which seemed a greater mistake, than ever. This is the merit of entire or collected narrative. Isolated facts, doubts, suspicions, conjectures give way to a homogeneity which is convincing. That Mr. Korbeck was convinced was evident. He did not go through any process of explanation or limitation, but spoke right out at once to the point, and fearlessly like a man. That settles me. There is inactivity some force that needs special care. If we all go on working in the dark we shall get in one another's way, and by hampering each other, undo the good that any or each of us working in different directions might do. It seems to me that the first thing we have to accomplish is to get Mr. Trelawney waked out of that unnatural sleep. that he can be wake is apparent from the way the nurse has recovered,

though what additional harm may have been done to him in the time he has been lying in that room, I suppose no one can tell. We must chance that, however. He has lain there, and whatever the effect might be, it is there now, and we have, and shall have, to deal with it as a fact. A day, more or less, won't hurt in the long run. it is late now and we shall probably have to-morrow a task before us that will require our energies afresh you doctor will want to get to your sleep for i suppose you have other work as well as this to do to-morrow

as for you mr ross i understand that you are to have a spell of watching in the sick-room to-night i shall get you a book which will help to pass the time for you i shall go and look for it in the library I know where it was when I was here last, and I don't suppose Mr. Trelawney has used it since. He knew long ago all that was in it which was or might be of interest to him, but it will be necessary, or at least helpful, to understand other things which I shall tell you later. You will be able to tell Dr. Winchester all that would aid him, for I take it that our work will branch out pretty soon. we shall each have our own end to hold up, and it will take each of us all our time and understanding

to get through his own tasks. It will not be necessary for you to read the whole book. All that will interest you, with regard to our matter, I mean, of course, for the whole book is interesting, as a record of travel in a country then quite unknown, is the preface, and two or three chapters which I shall mark for you.

He shook hands warmly with Dr. Winchester who had stood up to go. Whilst he was away, I sat lonely, thinking. As I thought, the world around me seemed to be illimitably great. The only little spot in which I was interested seemed like a tiny speck in the midst of a wilderness. Without and around it were darkness and unknown danger, pressing in from every side. and the central figure in our little oasis was one of sweetness and beauty.

A figure one could love, could work for, could die for. Mr. Corbeck came back in a very short time with the book. He had found it at once in the spot where he had seen it three years before. Having placed in it several slips of paper, marking the places where I was to read, he put it into my hands, saying, that is what started mr trelawney what started me when i read it and which will i have no doubt be to you an interesting beginning to a special study whatever the end may be if indeed any of us here may ever see the end at the door he paused and said i want to take back one thing that detective is a good fellow what you have told me of him puts him in a new light the best proof of it is that i can go quietly to sleep to-night and leave the lamps in his care when he had gone i took the book with me put on my respirator and went to my spell of duty in the sick room end of chapter nine recording by roger maline

chapter ten of the jewel of seven stars this librovoc's recording is in the public domain recording by roger maline the jewel of seven stars by bram stoker chapter ten the valley of the sorcerer i placed the book on the little table in which the shaded lamp rested and moved the screen to one side thus i could have the light on my book and by looking up see the bed and the nurse and the door i cannot say that the conditions were enjoyable or calculated to allow of that absorption in the subject which is advisable for effective study however i composed myself to the work as well as i could The book was one which, on the very face of it, required special attention. It was a folio in Dutch, printed in Amsterdam in 1650. Someone had made a literal translation, writing generally the English word under the Dutch, so that the grammatical differences between the two tongues made even the reading of the translation a difficult matter. One had to dodge backward and forward among the words.

this was in addition to the difficulty of deciphering a strange handwriting of two hundred years ago i found however that after a short time i got into the habit of following in conventional english the dutch construction and as i became more familiar with the writing my task became easier at first the circumstances of the room and the fear lest miss trelawney should return unexpectedly and find me reading the book disturbed to me somewhat, for we had arranged amongst us, before Dr. Winchester had gone home, that she was not to be brought into the range of the coming investigation. We considered that there might be some shock to a woman's mind in matters of apparent mystery, and further, that she, being Mr. Trelawney's daughter, might be placed in a difficult position with him afterward if she took part in, or even had a personal knowledge of the disregarding of his expressed wishes. But when I remembered that she did not come on nursing duty till two o'clock, the fear of interruption passed away.

I had still nearly three hours before me. Nurse Kennedy sat in her chair by the bedside, patient and alert. A clock ticked on the landing. Other clocks in the house ticked. The life of the city without manifested itself in the distant hum, now and again swelling into a roar as a breeze floating westward took the concourse of sounds with it. But still, the dominant idea was of silence. The light on my book and the soothing fringe of green silk round the shade intensified, whenever I looked up, the gloom of the sick-room. With every line I read, this seemed to grow deeper and deeper, so that when my eyes came back to the page, the light seemed to dazzle me. I stuck to my work, however, and presently began to get sufficiently into the subject to become

interested in it. The book was by one Nicholas Van Hine of Hearn. In the preface, he told how, attracted by the work of John Greaves of Merton College, Pyramidographia, he himself visited Egypt, where he became so interested in its wonders that he devoted some years of his life to visiting strange places and exploring the ruins of many temples and tombs. He had come across many variants of the story of the building of the pyramids as told by the Arabian historian Ibn Abra al-Kolan, some of which he set down. These I did not stop to read, but went on to the marked pages. as soon as i began to read these however there grew on me some sense of a disturbing influence once or twice i looked to see if the nurse had moved for there was a feeling as though someone were near me

nurse kennedy sat in her place as steady and alert as ever and i came back to my book again the narrative went on to tell how after passing for several days through the mountains to the east of aswan the explorer came to the explorer came to the story to the explorer came to the story about it was when he came to the story about it to a certain place. Here I give his own words, simply putting the translation into modern English. Toward evening we came to the entrance of a narrow, deep valley running east and west. I wish to proceed through this, for the sun, now nearly down on the horizon, showed a wide opening beyond the narrowing of the cliffs. But the Felaheen absolutely refused to enter the valley at such a time, alleging that they might be caught by the night before they could emerge from the other end. At first they would give no reason for their fear. They had hitherto gone anywhere I wished, and at any time, without demur. On being pressed, however, they said that the

place was the valley of the sorcerer, where none might come in the night. On being asked to tell of the sorcerer, they refused, saying that there was a valley of the sorcerer, they refused, saying that there was a was no name and that they knew nothing. On the next morning, however, when the sun was up and shining down the valley, their fears had somewhat passed away. Then they told me that a great sorcerer in ancient days, millions of millions of years, was the term they used, a king or a queen, they could not say which, was buried there. They could not give the name, persisting to the last, was no name, and that anyone who should name it would waste away in life so that at death nothing of him would remain to be raised again in the other world. In passing through the

valley they kept together in a cluster hurrying on in front of me. None dared to remain behind. They gave, as their reason for so proceeding, that the arms of the sorcerer were long and that it was dangerous to be the last. The witch was of little, comfort to me who of this necessity took that honorable post in the narrowest part of the valley on the south side was a great cliff of rock rising sheer of smooth and even surface hereon were graven certain cabalistic signs and many figures of men and animals fishes reptiles and birds suns and stars and many quaint symbols some of these latter were disjointed limbs and features such as arms and legs fingers eyes noses ears and lips mysterious symbols which will puzzle the recording angel to interpret at the judgment day the cliff faced exactly north there was something about it so strange and so different from the other carved rocks which i had visited that i called a halt and spent the day in examining the rock front as well as i could with my telescope

the egyptians of my company were terribly afraid and used every kind of persuasion to induce me to pass on i stayed till late in the afternoon by which time i had failed to make out aright the entry of any tomb for i suspected that such was the purpose of the sculpture of the rock by this time the men were rebellious and i had to leave the valley if i did not wish my whole retinue to desert but i secretly made up my mind to discover the tomb and explore it to this end i went further into the mountains where i met with an arab sheikh who was willing to take service with me the arabs were not bound by the same superstitious fears as the egyptians sheikh abu sohme and his following were willing to take a part in the explorations when i returned to the valley with these bedouins i made effort to climb the face of the rock but failed it being of one impenetrable smoothness the stone generally flat and smooth by nature had been chiseled to completeness that there had been projecting steps was manifest for there remained untouched by the wondrous climate of that strange land the marks of saw and chisel and mallet where the steps had been cut or broken away being thus baffled of winning the tomb from below and being unprovided with ladders to scale i found a way by much circuituous journeying to the top of the cliff thence i caused myself to be lowered by ropes till i had investigated that portion of the rock face wherein i expected to find the opening

i found that there was an entrance closed however by a great stone slab this was cut in the rock more than a hundred feet up being two-thirds the height of the cliff the hieroglyphic and cabalistic symbols cut in the rock were so managed as to disguise it the cutting was deep and was continued through the rock and the portals of the doorway and through the great slab which formed the door itself this was fixed in place with such incredible exactness that no stone chisel or cutting implement which i had with me could find a lodgment in the interstices i used much force however and by many heavy strokes won away into the tomb for such i found it to be the stone door having fallen into the entrance i passed over it into the tomb noting as i went a long iron chain which hung coiled on a bracket close to the doorway the tomb i found to be complete after the manner of the finest egyptian tombs with chamber and shaft leading down to the corridor ending in the mummy pit it had the table of pictures which seemed some kind of record whose meaning is now forever lost, graven in a wondrous color on a wondrous stone. All the walls of the chamber and the passage were carved with strange writings in the uncanny form mentioned. The huge stone coffin, or sarcophagus in the deep pit, was marvelously graven throughout with signs. The Arab chief

and two others who ventured into the tomb with me, and who were evidently used to such grim explorations, managed to take the cover from the sarcophagus without breaking it at which they wondered for such good fortune they said did not usually attend such efforts indeed they seemed not over-careful and did handle the various furniture of the tomb with such little concern that only for its great strength and thickness even the coffin itself might have been injured which gave me much concern for it was very beautifully wrought of rare stone such as I had no knowledge of. Much I grieved that it were not possible to carry it away. But time and desert journeyings forbade such. I could only take with me such small matters as could be carried on the person. Within the sarcophagus was a body, manifestly of a woman,

swathed with many wrappings of linen, as is usual, with all mummies. From certain embroiderings thereon, I gathered that she was of high rank. Across the breast was one hand, unwrapped. In the mummies which I had seen, the arms and hands are within the wrappings, and certain adornments of wood, shaped and painted to resemble arms and hands,

lie outside the unwrapped body. But this hand was strange to see, for it was the real hand of her who lay unwrapped there, the arm projecting from the searments being of flesh seemingly made as like marble in the process of embalming arm and hand were of dusky white being of the hue of ivory that hath lain long in air the skin and the nails were complete and whole as though the body had been placed for burial overnight i touched the hand and moved it the arm being something flexible as a live arm though the body was made for burial overnight i touched the hand and moved it the arm being something flexible as a live arm though stiff with long disuse, as are the arms of those fakirs which I have seen in the Indies. There was, too, an added wonder that on this ancient hand were no less than seven fingers, the same all being fine and long and of great beauty.

Sooth to say, it made me shudder and my flesh creep to touch that hand that had lain there undisturbed for so many thousands of years, and yet was like unto living flesh. Underneath the hand, as though guarded by it, lay a huge jewel of ruby, a great stone of wondrous bigness, for the ruby is in the main a small jewel. This one of wondrous color,

being as of fine blood whereon the light shineth. But its wonder lay not in its size or color, though these were, as I have said, of priceless rarity, but in that the light of it shone from seven stars, each of seven points, as clearly as though the stars were in reality there imprisoned. When that the hand was lifted, the sight of that wondrous stone lying there struck me with a shock almost to momentary paralysis.

I stood gazing on it, as did those with me, as though it were that faded head of the Gorgon Medusa with the snakes in her hair, whose sight struck into stone those who beheld. So strong was the feeling that I wanted to hurry away from the place. So too those with me. Therefore, taking this rare jewel, together with certain amulets of strangeness and richness

being rod of jewel-stones, I made haste to depart. I would have remained longer and made further research in the wrappings of the mummy, but that I feared so to do. For it came to me all at once that I was in a desert place, with strange men who were with me

because they were not over-scrupulous. That we were in a lone cavern of the dead, a hundred feet above the ground, where none could find me were ill done to me, nor would any ever seek. But in secret I determined that I would come again, though with more secure following. Moreover, was I tempted to seek further, as in examining the wrappings I saw many things of strange import in that wondrous tomb,

including a casket of eccentric shape made of some strange stone, which methought might have contained other jewels, inasmuch as it had secure lodgment in the great sarcophagus itself. There was in the tomb also another coffer, which, though of rare proportion and adornment, was more simply shaped it was of ironstone of great thickness but the cover was lightly cemented down with what seemed gum and paris plaster as though to ensure that no air could penetrate the arabs with me so insisted in its opening thinking that from its thickness much treasure was stored therein that i consented thereto but their hope was a false one as it proved within closely packed stood four jars finely wrought and carved with various adornments of these one was the head of a man another of a dog another of a jackal and another of a hawk i had before known that such burial urns as these were used to contain the entrails and other organs of the mummy dead but on opening these for the fastening of wax though complete was thin and yielded easily,

we found that they held but oil. The Bedouins, spilling out most of the oil in the process, groped with their hands in the jars less treasure should have been there concealed. But their searching was of no avail, no treasure was there. I was warned of my danger by seeing in the eyes of the Arabs

certain covetous glances, whereon, in order to hasten their devotion, departure, I wrought upon those fears of superstition which even in these callous men were apparent. The chief of the Bedouins ascended from the pit to give the signal to those above to raise us, and I, not caring to remain with the men whom I mistrusted, followed him immediately. The others did not come at once, from which I feared that they were rifling the tomb afresh on their own account. I refrain to speak of it, however, lest worse should befall.

At last they came. One of them, who ascended first, in landing at the top of the cliff, lost his foothold and fell below. He was instantly killed. The other followed, but in safety. The chief came next, and I came last. Before coming away, I pulled into its place again, as well as i could the slab of stone that covered the entrance to the tomb i wished if possible to preserve it from my own examination should i come again

when we all stood on the hill above the cliff the burning sun that was bright and full of glory was good to see after the darkness and strange mystery of the tomb even was i glad that the poor arab who fell down the cliff and lay dead below lay in the sunlight and not in that gloomy cavern. I would fain have gone with my companions to seek him and give him sepulture of some kind, but the sheikh made light of it and sent two of his men to see to it whilst we went on our way. That night as we camped, one of the men only returned, saying that a lion in the desert had killed his companion. After that they had buried the dead man in a deep sand without the valley, and had covered the spot where he lay with many great rocks, so that jackals or other praying beasts might not dig him up again,

as is their want. Later, in the light of the fire round which the men sat or lay, I saw him exhibit to his fellows something white which they seemed to regard with special awe and reverence. So I drew near, silently, and saw that it was none other than the white hand of the mummy which had lain protecting the jewel. in the great sarcophagus.

I heard the Bedouin tell how he had found it on the body of him who had fallen from the cliff. There was no mistaking it, for there were the seven fingers which I had noted before. This man must have wrenched it off the dead body whilst his chief and I were otherwise engaged, and from the awe of the others I doubted not that he had hoped to use it as an amulet or charm. whereas if powers it had, they were not for him who had taken it from the dead, since his death followed hard upon his theft. Already his amulet had had an awesome baptism, for the wrist of the dead hand was stained with red,

as though it had been dipped in recent blood. That night I was in certain fear, lest there should be some violence done to me, for if the poor dead hand was so valued as a charm, what must be the worth and such wise of the rare jewel which it had guarded? Though only the chief knew of it, my doubt was perhaps even greater, for he could so order matters as to have me at his mercy when he would. I guarded myself, therefore, with wakefulness so well as I could, determined that at my earliest opportunity I should leave this party, and complete my journeying home, first to the Nile Bank, and then down its course to Alexandria, with other guides who knew not what strange matters I had with me.

At last there came over me a disposition of sleep, so potent that I felt it would be resistless. Fearing attack, or that being searched in my sleep, the Bedouin might find the star jewel which he had seen me place with others in my dress, I took it out, observed and held it in my hand. It seemed to give back the light of the flickering fire and the light of the stars, for there was no moon, with equal fidelity, and I could note that on its reverse it was graven deeply with certain signs such as I had seen in the tomb. As I sank into the unconsciousness of sleep, the graven star jewel was hidden in the hollow of my clenched hand. I waked out of sleep with the light of the morning sun in my face. I sat up and looked around me. The fire was out and the camp was desolate,

save for one figure which lay prone close to me. It was that of the Arab chief, who lay on his back, dead. His face was almost black, and his eyes were open and staring horribly up at the sky, as though he saw there some dreadful vision. he had evidently been strangled for on looking i found on his throat the red marks where fingers had pressed there seemed so many of these marks that i counted them there were seven and all parallel except the thumb-mark as though made with one hand this thrilled me as i thought of the mummy hand with the seven fingers even there in the open desert it seemed as if there could be enchantments in my surprise as i bent over him i opened my right hand which up to now i had held shut with the feeling instinctive even in sleep of keeping safe that

which it held. As I did so, the star jewel held there, fell out, and struck the dead man in the mouth. Mirabil Dictu there came forth at once from the dead mouth a great gush of blood, in which the red jewel was for the moment lost. I turned the dead man over to look for it, and found that he lay with his right hand bent under him as though he had fallen on it, and in it he held a great knife, keen of point and edge, such as Arabs carry at the belt. It may have been that he was about to murder me when vengeance came on him, whether from man or God, or the gods of old, I know not. Suffice it that when I found my ruby jewel, which shone up as a living star from the mess of blood wherein it lay, I paused not, but fled from the place. I journeyed on alone through the hot

desert till by God's grace I came upon an Arab tribe camping by a well who gave me salt. With them I rested till they had set me on my way. I know not what became of the mummy hand or of those who had it. What strife or suspicion or disaster or greed went with it, I know not. But some such cause there must have been since those who had it fled with it. it doubtless is used as a charm of potence by some desert tribe at the earliest opportunity i made examination of the star ruby as i wished to try to understand what was graven on it the symbols whose meaning however i could not understand were as follows twice whilst i had been reading this engrossing narrative i thought that i had seen across the page streaks of shade which the weirdness of the subject had made to seem like the shadow of a hand on the first of these occasions i found that the illusion came from the fringe of green silk around the lamp but on the second i had looked up and my eyes had lit on the mummy hand across the room on which the starlight was falling under the edge of the blind

it was of little wonder that i had connected it with such a narrative for if my eyes told me truly here in this room with me was the very hand of which the traveller van heine had written i looked over at the bed and it comforted me to think that the nurse still sat there calm and wakeful at such a time with such surrounds during such a narrative it was well to have assurance of the presence of some living person. I sat looking at the book on the table before me, and so many strange thoughts crowded on me that my mind began to whirl. It was almost as if the light on the white fingers in front of me was beginning to have some hypnotic effect. All at once, all thoughts seemed to stop, and for an instant the world and time stood still. There lay a real hand across the book. what was there to so overcome me as was the case i knew the hand that i saw on the book and loved it margaret challani's hand was a joy to me to see to touch and yet at that moment coming after other marvelous things it had a strangely moving effect on me it was but momentary however and had passed even before her voice had reached me

what disturbs you what are you staring at the book for i thought for an instant that you must have been overcome again i jumped up i was reading i said an old book from the library as i spoke i closed it and put it under my arm i shall now put it back as i understand that your father wishes all things especially books kept in their proper places my words were intentionally misleading for i did not wish her to know what i was reading and thought it best not to wake her curiosity by leaving the book about i went away but not to the library i left my book in my room where i could get it when i had had my sleep in the day when i returned nurse kennedy was ready to go to bed so miss trelawney watched with me in the room i did not want any book whilst she was present we sat close together and talked in a whisper whilst the moments flew by it was with surprise that i noted the edge of the curtains changing from gray to yellow light what we talked of had nothing to do with the sick man except in so far that all which concerned his daughter must ultimately concern him but it had nothing to say to egypt or mummies or the dead or caves or bedouin chiefs i could well take note in the growing light that margaret's hand had not seven fingers but five for it lay in mine when dr winchester arrived in the morning and had made his visit to his patient he came to see me as i sat in the dining-room having a little meal breakfast or supper i hardly knew which it was before

before I went to lie down. Mr. Corbeck came in at the same time, and we resumed our conversation where we had left it the night before. I told Mr. Corbeck that I had read the chapter about the finding of the tomb, and that I thought Dr. Winchester should read it too. The latter said that, if he might,

he would take it with him. He had that morning to make a railway journey to Ipswich and would read it on the train. He said he would bring it back with him when he came again in the evening. I went up to my room to bring it down, but I could not find it anywhere. I had a distinct recollection

of having left it on the little table beside my bed when I had come up after Miss Trelawney's going on duty into the sick room. It was very strange, for the book was not of a kind that any of the servants would be likely to take. I had to come back and explain to the others that I could not find it.

when dr winchester had gone mr corbeck who seemed to know the dutchman's work by heart talked the whole matter over with me i told him that i was interrupted by a change of nurses just as i had come to the description of the ring he smiled as he said so far as that is concerned you need not be disappointed not in van hines time nor for nearly two centuries later could the meaning of that engraving have been understood. It was only when the work was taken up and followed by Young and Champollion, by Birch and Lepsius and Rossellini and Salvolini, by Mariette Bay, and by Wallace Budge and Flinders Petrie, and the other scholars of their times, that great results ensued, and that the true meaning of hieroglyphic was known. Later, I shall explain to you, if Mr. Trelawney does not explain it himself, or if he does not forbid me to, what it means in that particular place. I think it will be better for you to know what followed Van Hines' narrative, for with the

description of the stone and the accounts of his bringing it to Holland at the termination of his travels, the episode ends. Ends, so far as his book is concerned. The chief thing about the book is that it sets others thinking and acting. Amongst them were Mr. Trelawney and myself. Mr. Trelawney is a good linguist of the Orient, but he does not know northern tongues. As for me, I have a faculty for learning languages, and when I was pursuing my studies in Leiden,

I learned Dutch so that I might more easily make references in the library there. Thus it was that, at the very much, very time when Mr. Trelawney, who, in making his great collection of works on Egypt, had, through a bookseller's catalogue, acquired this volume with the manuscript translation, was studying it, I was reading another copy, in original Dutch, in Leiden. We were both struck by the description of the lonely tomb in the rock, cut so high up as to be inaccessible to ordinary seekers, with all means of reaching it carefully obliterated, and yet, with such an elaborate ornamentation of the smooth surface of the cliff as Van Hine has described.

It also struck us both as an odd thing, for in the years between Van Hines' time and our own, the general knowledge of Egyptian curios and records has increased marvelously, that in the case of such a tomb, made in such a place, and which must have cost an immense sum of money, there was no seeming record or effigy to point out who lay within. Moreover, the very name of the place, the valley of the sorcerer, had, in a prosaic age, attractions of its own. When we met, which we did through his seeking the assistance of other Egyptologists in his work,

we talked over this, as we did over many other things, and we determined to make search for the mysterious valley. Whilst we were waiting to start on the travel, for many things were required which Mr. Trelawney undertook to see to himself, I went to Holland to try if I could, by any traces, verify Van Hines' narrative. I went straight to Hearn, and set patiently to work to find the house of the traveler and his descendants, if any. I need not trouble you with details of my seeking and finding.

Hearn is a place that has not changed much since Van Hines' time, except that it has lost the place which it held amongst commercial cities. Its externals are such as they had been then. In such a sleepy old place a century or two does not count for much. I found the house and discovered that none of the descendants were alive. I searched records, but only to one end, death and extinction. Then I set me to work to find what had become of his treasures,

for that such a traveler must have had great treasures was apparent. I traced a good many to museums in Leiden, Utrecht, and Amsterdam, and some few to the private houses of rich collectors. At last, in the shop of an old watchmaker and jeweler at Hearn, I found what he considered his chiefest treasure, A great ruby, carving like a scarab, with seven stars, and engraven with hieroglyphics. The old man did not know hieroglyphic character, and, in his old world, sleepy life, the phylogical discoveries of recent years had not reached him.

He did not know anything of Van Hine, except that such a person who had been, and that his name was, during two centuries venerated in the town as a great traveler. He valued the jewel as only a rare stone, spoiled in part by the cutting, and though he was at first loathed to part with such a unique gem, he became amenable ultimately to commercial reason. I had a full purse, since I bought for Mr. Trelawney, who is, as I suppose you know, immensely wealthy. I was shortly on my way back to London,

with the star ruby safe in my pocket-book, and in my heart a joy and exultation which knew no bounds. For here we were with proof of Van Hines' wonderful story. The jewel was put in security in Mr. Trelawney's great safe, and we started out on our journey of exploration in full hope. Mr. Trelawney was, at the last, loath to leave his young wife, whom he dearly loved, but she, who loved him equally, knew his longing to prosecute the search.

So keeping to herself, as all good women do, all her anxieties, which in her case were special, she bade him follow out his bent. End of Chapter 10, recording by Roger Maline. Chapter 11 of the jewel of seven stars. This Libervox recording is in the public domain. recording by Roger Maline The Jewel of Seven Stars by Bram Stoker Chapter 11

A Queen's Tomb Mr. Chalani's hope was at least as great as my own. He is not so volatile a man as I am, prone to ups and downs of hope and despair, but he has a fixed purpose which crystallizes hope into belief. At times I had feared that there must might have been two such stones, or that the adventures of Van Hine were Travelers' Fictions, based on some ordinary acquisition of the Curio in Alexandria or Cairo, or London, or Amsterdam.

But Mr. Trelawney never faltered in his belief. We had many things to distract our minds from belief or disbelief. This was soon after Arabi Pasha, and Egypt was no safe place for travelers, especially if they were English. But Mr. Trelawney is a fearless man, and I almost come to think at times that I am not a coward myself. We got together a band of Arabs whom one or other of us had known in former trips to the desert, and whom we could trust,

that is, we did not distrust them as much as others. We were numerous enough to protect ourselves from chance marauding bands, and we took with us large impedimenta. We had secured the consent and passive cooperation of the official still friendly to Britain, in the acquiring of which consent I need hardly say that Mr. Trelawney's riches were of chief importance. We found our way in Dhabiaz to Aswan,

whence having got some Arabs from the Sheikh, and having given our usual Bakshish, we set out on our journey through the desert. well after much wandering and trying every winding in the interminable jumble of hills we came at last at nightfall on just such a valley as van heine had described a valley with high steep cliffs narrowing in the centre and widening out to the eastern and western ends at daylight we were opposite the cliff and could easily note the opening high up in the rock and the hieroglyphic figures which were evidently intended originally to conceal it. But the signs which had baffled Van Hine and those of his time, and later, were no secrets to us. The host of scholars who have given their brains and their lives to this work had rested open the mysterious prison-house of Egyptian language.

On the hewn face of the rocky cliff, we, who had learned the secrets, could read what the Theban priesthood had had there inscribed nearly fifty centuries before. For that the external inscription was the work of the priesthood, and a hostile priesthood at that, there could be no living doubt. The inscription on the rock, written in hieroglyphic, ran thus. Hither the gods come not at any summons. The nameless one has insulted them and is forever alone. go not nigh lest their vengeance wither you away the warning must have been a terribly potent one at the time it was written and for thousands of years afterwards even when the language in which it was given had become a dead mystery to the people of the land

the tradition of such a terror lasts longer than its cause even in the symbols used there was an added significance of alliteration forever is given in the hieroglyphics as millions of years. This symbol was repeated nine times, in three groups of three, and after each group a symbol of the upper world, the underworld, and the sky, so that for this lonely one there could be, through the vengeance of all the gods, resurrection in neither the world of sunlight, in the world of the dead, or for the soul in the region of the gods. Neither Mr. Trelawney nor I dared to tell any of our people what the writing meant, for though they did not believe in the religion whence the curse came, or in the gods whose vengeance was threatened, yet they were so superstitious that they would probably, had they

known of it, have thrown up the whole task and run away. Their ignorance, however, and our discretion preserved us. We made an encampment close at hand. We made an encampment close at hand. but behind a jutting rock a little further along the valley, so that they might not have the inscription always before them. For even that traditional name of the place, the valley of the sorcerer, had a fear for them, and for us through them. With the timber which we had brought, we made a ladder up the face of the rock.

We hung a pulley on a beam fixed to project from the top of the cliff. We found the great slab of rock, which formed the door, placed clumsily in its place, and secured by a few stones. Its own weight kept it in safe position. In order to enter, we had to push it in, and we passed over it. We found the great coil of chain which Van Hine had described fastened into the rock. There were, however, abundant evidences amid the wreckage of the great stone door, which had revolved on iron hinges at top and bottom,

that ample provision had been originally made for closing and fastening it from within. Mr. Trelawney and I went alone into the tomb. We had brought plenty of lights with us, and we fixed them as we went along. We wished to get a complete survey at first, and then make examination of all in detail. As we went on, we were filled with ever-increasing, wonder and delight. The tomb was one of the most magnificent and beautiful which either of us had

ever seen. From the elaborate nature of the sculpture and painting and the perfection of the workmanship, it was evident that the tomb was prepared during the lifetime of her for whose resting place it was intended. The drawing of the hieroglyphic pictures was fine and the coloring superb, and in that high cavern, far away from even the damp of the Nile flood, all was as fresh as when the artist had laid down their pallets. There was one thing which we could not avoid seeing, that although the cutting on the outside rock was the work of the priesthood, the smoothing of the cliff face was probably a part of the tomb builder's original design. The symbolism of the painting and cutting within all gave the same idea.

The outer cavern, partly natural and partly hewn, was regarded architecturally as only an antechamber. At the end of it, so that it would face the east, was a pillared portico, hewn out of the solid rock. The pillars were massive and were seven-sided, a thing which we had not come across in any other tomb. Sculptured on the architrave was the boat of the moon, containing Hathor,

cow-headed and bearing the disc in plumes, and the dog-headed Hoppe, the god of the north. It was steered by Harpocrates towards the north, represented by the pole star, surrounded by Draco and Ursa Major. In the latter, the stars that form what we call the plow were cut larger than any of the other stars, and were filled with gold so that in the light of torches they seemed to flame with a special significance passing within the portico we found two of the architectural features of a rock tomb

the chamber or chapel and the pit all complete as van heine had noticed though in his day the names given to these parts by the egyptians of old were unknown the steely or record which had its place low down on the western wall was so remarkable that we examined it minutely even before going on our way to find the mummy which was the object of our search this steely was a great slab of lapis lazuli cut all over with hieroglyphic figures of small size and of much beauty the cutting was filled in with some cement of exceeding fineness and of the cutting was filled in with some cement of exceeding fineness and of the color of pure vermilion. The inscription began, Terra, Queen of the Egypt, daughter of Antef, monarch of the north and the south, daughter of the sun, queen of the deodoms. It then set out, in full record, the history of her life and reign. The signs of sovereignty were given with a truly feminine profusion of adornment,

the united crowns of upper and lower egypt were in especial cut with exquisite precision it was new to us both to find the hayet and the desher the white and the red crowns of upper and lower egypt on the steely of a queen for it was a rule without exception in the records that in ancient egypt either crown was worn only by a king though they are to be found on goddesses later on we found an explanation of which i shall say more presently such an inscription was in itself a matter so startling as to arrest attention from any one anywhere at any time but you can have no conception of the effect which it had upon us though our eyes were not the first which had seen it they were the first which could see it with understanding since first the slab of rock was fixed in the cliff opening nearly five thousand years before to us was given to read this message from the dead this message of one who had warred against the gods of old and claimed to have controlled them at a time when the higher The hierarchy professed to be the only means of exciting their fears or gaining their good will. The walls of the upper chamber of the pit and the sarcophagus chamber were profusely inscribed. All the inscriptions, except that on the steely, being colored with bluish-green pigment.

The effect, when seen sideways as the eye caught the green facets, was that of an old, discolored Indian turquoise. We descended the pit by the aid of the tackle we had brought with us. Trelawney went first. It was a deep pit, more than seventy feet, but it had never been filled up. The passage at the bottom sloped up to the sarcophagus chamber and was longer than is usually found. It had not been walled up. Within we found a great sarcophagus of yellow stone.

But that, I need not. describe you have seen it in mr. Trelawney's chamber the cover of it lay on the ground it had not been cemented and was just as van heine had described it needless to say we were excited as we looked within there must however be one sense of disappointment I could not help feeling how different must have been the sight which met the Dutch traveller's eyes when he looked within and found that white hand lying lifelike above the shrouding mummy cloths. It is true that a part of the arm was there, white and ivory-like, but there was a thrill to us which came not to Van Hine.

The end of the wrist was covered with dried blood. It was as though the body had bled after death. The jagged ends of the broken wrist were rough with the clotted blood. through this the white bone sticking out looked like a matrix of opal the blood had streamed down and stained the brown wrappings as with rust here then was full confirmation of the narrative with such evidence of the narrator's truth before us we could not doubt the other matters which he had told such as the blood in the mummy hand or marks of the seven fingers on the throat of the strength shake. I shall not trouble you with details of all we saw, or how we learned all we knew. Part of it was from knowledge common to scholars, part we read on the steely in the tomb, and in the sculptures and hieroglyphic paintings on the walls.

Queen Terra was of the 11th, or Theban dynasty, of Egyptian kings, which held sway between the 29th and 25th centuries before Christ. She succeeded as the only child of her father, Anteth. She must have been a girl of extraordinary character as well as ability, for she was but a young girl when her father died. Her youth and sex encouraged the ambitious priesthood, which had then achieved immense power. By their wealth and numbers and learning,

they dominated all Egypt, more especially the upper portion. They were then secretly ready to make an effort for the achievement of their bold and long-considered design, that of transferring the governing power from a kingship to a hierarchy. But King Antef had suspected some such movement, and had taken the precaution of securing to his daughter the allegiance of the army. He had also had her taught statecraft, and had even made her learned in the lore of the very pre-ceasing. themselves he had used those of one cult against the other each being hopeful of some present gain on its own part by the influence of the king or of some ultimate gain from its own influence over his daughter

thus the princess had been brought up amongst scribes and was herself no mean artist many of these things were told on the walls in pictures or in hieroglyphic writing of great beauty and we can't came to the conclusion that not a few of them had been done by the princess herself it was not without cause that she was inscribed in the steely as protector of the arts but the king had gone to further lengths and had had his daughter taught magic by which she had power over sleep and will this was real magic black magic not the magic of the temples which i may explain was of the harmless or white order and was intended to impress rather than to effect she had been an apt pupil and had gone further than her teachers her power and her resources had given her great opportunities of which she had availed herself to the full she had won secrets from nature in strange ways and had even gone to the length of going down into the tomb herself having been swathed and coffined and left as dead for a whole month. The priests had tried to make out that the real Princess Terra had died in the experiment, and that another girl had been substituted, but she had conclusively proved their error. All this was told in pictures of great merit. It was probably in her time that the impulse was

given in the restoring the artistic greatness of the fourth dynasty which had found its perfection in the days of Hufu. In the chamber of the sarcophagus were pictures and writings to show that she had achieved victory over sleep. Indeed, there was everywhere, a symbolism,

wonderful even in a land and an age of symbolism. Prominence was given to the fact that she, though a queen, claimed all the privileges of kingship and masculinity. In one place, she was pictured in man's dress,

and wearing the white and red crowns. In the following picture, she was in female dress, but still wearing the crowns of upper and lower Egypt, while the discarded male raiment lay at her feet. In every picture where hope or aim of resurrection was expressed, there was the added symbol of the north, and in many places,

always in representations of important events, past present or future was a grouping of the stars of the plough she evidently regarded this constellation as in some way peculiarly associated with herself perhaps the most remarkable statement in the records both on the steely and in the mural writings was that queen terra had power to compel the gods this by the way was not an isolated belief in egyptian history, but was different in its cause. She had engraved on a ruby, carved like a scarab, and having seven stars of seven points, master words to compel all the gods, both of the upper and the underworlds. In the statement it was plainly set forth that the hatred of the priests was, she knew, stored up for her, and that they would, after her death, try to suppress her name. this was a terrible revenge i may tell you in egyptian mythology for without a name no one can after death be introduced to the gods or have prayers said for him

therefore she had intended her resurrection to be after a long time and in a more northern land under the constellation whose seven stars had ruled her birth to this end her hand was to this end her hand was to be in the to this end her hand was to be in the air unwrapped and in it the jewel of seven stars so that wherever there was air she might move even as her ca could move this after thinking it over mr trelawney and i agreed meant that her body could become astral at command and so move particle by particle and become whole again when and where required then there was a piece of writing in which allusion was made to a chest or casket in which were contained all the gods and will and sleep the two latter being personified by symbols the box was mentioned as with seven sides it was not much of a surprise to us when underneath the feet of the mummy we found the seven-sided casket which you have also seen in mr trelawney's room on the underneath part of the wrapping linen of the left foot was painted in the same vermilion color as that used in the steely the hieroglyphic symbol for much water and underneath the right foot the symbol of the earth we made out the symbolism to be that her body immortal and transferable at will ruled both the land and the water air and fire the latter being exemplified by the light of the jewel stone, and further by the flint and iron which lay outside the mummy wrappings.

As we lifted the casket from the sarcophagus, we noticed on its sides the strange protuberances which you have already seen, but we were unable at the time to account for them. There were a few amulets in the sarcophagus, but none of any special worth or significance. We took it that if there were such, they were within the wrappings. or more probably in the strange casket underneath the mummy's feet this however we could not open there were signs of there being a cover certainly the upper portion and the lower were each in one piece the fine line a little way from the top appeared to be where the cover was fixed but it was made with such exquisite fineness and finish that the joining could hardly be seen certainly the top could not be moved we took it that it was in some way fastened from within i tell you all this in order that you may understand things with which you may be in contact later you must suspend your judgment entirely such strange things have happened regarding this mummy and all around it that there is a necessity for a new belief somewhere

it is absolutely impossible to reconcile certain things which have happened with the ordinary currents of life or knowledge we stayed around the valley of the sorcerer till we had copied roughly all the drawings and writings on the walls ceilings and floor We took with us the steely of lapis lazuli, whose graven record was colored with vermilion pigment. We took the sarcophagus and the mummy, the stone chest with the alabaster jars, the tables of bloodstone and alabaster and onyx and carnilion, and the ivory pillow whose arch rested on buckles, round each of which was twisted in ureous rot in gold. We took all the articles which lay in the chapel and the mummy pit, the wooden boats with crews and the Ushaptu figures, and their symbolic amulets.

When coming away, we took down the ladders, and at a distance buried them in the sand under a cliff, which we noted so that if necessary we might find it again. Then with our heavy baggage, we set out on our laborious journey back to the Nile. it was no easy task i tell you to bring the case with that great sarcophagus over the desert we had a rough cart and sufficient men to draw it but the progress seemed terribly slow for we were anxious to get our treasures into a place of safety the night was an anxious time with us for we feared attack from some marauding band but more still we feared some of those with us-but more still we feared some of those with us they were after all but predatory unscrupulous men and we had with us a considerable bulk of precious things they or at least the dangerous ones amongst them did not know why it was so precious they took it for granted that it was material treasure of some kind that we carried we had taken the mummy from the sarcophagus and packed it for safety of travel in a separate case during the first night two attempts were made to steal things from the cart and two men were found dead in the morning

on the second night there came on a violent storm one of those terrible simooms of the desert which make one feel his helplessness we were overwhelmed with drifting sand some of our bedouins had fled before the storm hoping to find shelter the rest of us wrapped in our bournus endured with what patience we could in the morning when the storm had passed we recovered from under the piles of sand what we could of our impedimenta we found the case in which the mummy had been packed all broken but the mummy itself could nowhere be found we searched everywhere around and dug up the sand which had piled around us but in vain we did not know what to do for trelawney had his heart set on taking home that mummy we waited a whole day in hopes that the bedouins who had fled would return we had a blind hope that they might have in some way removed the mummy from the cart and would restore it that night just before dawn mr trelawney woke me up and whispered in my ear we must go back to the tomb in the valley of the sorcerer show no hesitation in the morning when i give the orders if you ask any questions as to where we are going it will create suspicion and will defeat our purpose all right i answered but why shall we go there his answers seemed to thrill through me as though it had struck some cord ready-tuned within.

We shall find the mummy there. I am sure of it. Then, anticipating doubt or argument, he added, Wait, and you shall see. And he sank back into his blanket again. The Arabs were surprised when we retraced our steps, and some of them were not satisfied. There was a good deal of friction, and there were several desertions.

so that it was with a diminished following that we took our way eastward again at first the shake did not manifest any curiosity as to our definite destination but when it became apparent that we were again making for the valley of the sorcerer he too showed concern this grew as we drew near till finally at the entrance of the valley he halted and refused to go further he said he would await our return if we chose to go on alone that he would wait three days but if by that time we had not returned he would leave no offer of money would tempt him to depart from this resolution the only concession he would make was that he would find the ladders and not return he would leave bring them near the cliff. This he did, and then, with the rest of the troop, he went back to wait at the entrance of the valley. Mr. Trelawney and I took ropes and torches, and again ascended to the tomb. It was evident that someone had been there in our absence, for the stone slab which protected the entrance to the tomb was lying flat inside, and a rope was dangling from the cliff summit. Within there was another rope hanging into the shaft of the mummy pit.

We looked at each other, but neither said a word. We fixed our own rope, and, as arranged, Trelawney descended first, I following at once. It was not till we stood together at the foot of the shaft, that the thought flashed across me that we might be in some sort of a trap, that someone might descend the rope from the cliff, and by cutting the rope by which we had lowered ourselves into the pit, bury us there alive. The thought was horrifying, but it was too late to do anything. I remained silent.

We both had torches, so that there was ample light as we passed through the passage and entered the chamber where the sarcophagus had stood. The first thing noticeable was the emptiness of the point, place. Despite all its magnificent adornment, the tomb was made a desolation by the absence of the great sarcophagus to hold which it was hewn in the rock, of the chest with the alabaster jars, of the tables which had held the implements and food for the use of the dead, and the ushaptu figures. It was made more infinitely desolate still by the shrouded figure of the mummy of Queen Terra,

which lay in the floor where the great sarcophagus had stood. Beside it lay in the strange contorted attitudes of violent death, three of the Arabs who had deserted from our party. Their faces were black, and their hands and necks were smeared with blood which had burst from mouth and nose and eyes. On the throat of each were the marks, now blackening of a hand of seven fingers.

Trelawney and I drew close, and clutched each other in awe and fear as we looked. For most wonderful of all, across the breast of the mummied queen lay a hand of seven fingers. Ivory white, the wrist only showing a scar like a jagged red line from which seemed to depend,

drops of blood. End of Chapter 11. recording by Roger Maline Chapter 12 of the Jewel of Seven Stars This Libervox recording is in the public domain recording by Roger Maline The Jewel of Seven Stars by Bram Stoker Chapter 12

The Magic Coffer When we recovered our amazement Which seemed to last unduly long We did not lose any time carrying the mummy through the past and hoisting it up the pit shaft. I went first to receive it at the top. As I looked down, I saw Mr. Trelawney lift the severed hand and put it in his breast, manifestly to save it from being injured or lost.

We left the dead Arabs where they lay. With our ropes we lowered our precious burden to the ground, and then took it to the entrance of the valley where our escort was to wait. To our astonishment we found them on the move. When we remonstrated with the Sheikh, he answered that he had fulfilled his contract to the letter. He had waited the three days as arranged. I thought that he was lying to cover up his base intention of deserting us,

and I found when we compared notes that Trelawney had the same suspicion. It was not till we arrived at Cairo that we found he was correct. It was the 3rd of November, 1884, when we entered the mummy pit for the second time. We had reason to remember the date. We had lost three whole days of our reckoning, out of our lives, whilst we had stood wondering in that chamber of the dead. Was it strange, then, that we had a superstitious feeling with regard to the dead queen terror and all belonging to her?

Is it any wonder that it rests with us now, with a beautiful, bewildering sense of some power outside ourselves or our comprehension? Will it be any wonder if it go down to the grave with us at the appointed time? If, indeed, there be any graves for us who have robbed the dead. He was silent for quite a minute before he went on. We got to Cairo all right, and from there to Alexandria, where we were to take ship by the massagerie service to Marseilles, and go thence by express to London.

London, but the best-laid schemes amycin men, and men gang off the Gle. At Alexandria, Trelawney found waiting a cable, stating that Mrs. Trelawney had died in giving birth to a daughter. Her stricken husband hurried off at once by the Orient Express, and I had to bring the treasure alone to the desolate house. I got to London all safe. There seemed to London. to be some special good fortune to our journey. When I got to this house, the funeral had long been over. The child had been put out to nurse,

and Mr. Trelawney had so far recovered from the shock of his loss that he had set himself to take up again the broken threads of his life and his work. That he had had a shock, and a bad one, was apparent. The sudden gray in his black hair was proof enough in itself, but in addition the strong cast of his features had become set and stern since he received that cable in the shipping office at alexandria i have never seen a happy smile on his face work is the best thing in such a case and to his work he devoted himself heart and soul the strange tragedy of his loss and gain for the child was born after the mother's death took place during the time that we stood in that trance in the mummy pit of queen terra it seemed to have become in some way associated with his egyptian studies and more especially with the mysteries connected with the queen he told me very little about his daughter but that two forces struggled in his mind regarding her was apparent i could see that he loved almost idolized her yet he could never forget that her births

had cost her mother's life. Also, there was something whose existence seemed to ring his father's heart, though he would never tell me what it was. Again, he once said in a moment of relaxation of his purpose of silence, She is unlike her mother, but in both feature and color, she has a marvelous resemblance to the pictures of Queen Terra. He said that he had sent her away to people who could care for her as he could not, and that till she became a woman she should have all the simple pleasures that a young girl might have, and that were best for her. I would often have talked with him about her, but he would never say much. Once he said to me, there are reasons why I should not speak more than is necessary. Someday you will know and understand. I respected his reticence,

and beyond asking after her on my return after a journey, I have never spoken of her again. I had never seen her till I did so in your presence. Well, when the treasures which we had taken from the tomb had been brought here, Mr. Trelawney arranged their disposition himself. The mummy, all except the severed hand, he placed in the great ironstone sarcophagus in the hall. this was wrought for the theban high priest eunee and is as you may have remarked all inscribed with wonderful invocations to the old gods of egypt

the rest of the things from the tomb he disposed about his own room as you have seen amongst them he placed for special reasons of his own the mummy hand i think he regards this as the most sacred of his possessions with perhaps one exception that is the carven ruby which he calls the jewel of seven stars which he keeps in that great safe which is locked and guarded by various devices as you know i dare say you find this tedious but i have had to explain it so that you should understand all up to the present it was a long time after my journey with the mummy of queen terra when mr trelawney reopened the subject with me He had been several times to Egypt, sometimes with me and sometimes alone, and I had been several trips on my own account or for him. But in all that time, nearly sixteen years, he never mentioned the subject, unless when some pressing occasion suggested, if it did not necessitate, a reference.

One morning, early, he sent for me in a hurry. I was then studying in the British Museum and had rooms in Hart Street. When I came, he was all on fire with excitement. I had not seen him in such a glow since before the news of his wife's death. He took me at once into his room. The window blinds were down and the shutters closed. Not a ray of daylight came in. The ordinary lights in the room were not lit,

but there were a lot of powerful electric lamps, fifty candle power at least, arranged on one side of the room. The little bloodstone table on which the heptagonal coffer stands was drawn to the center of the room. The coffer looked exquisite in the glare of light which shone on it. It actually seemed to glow as if lit in some way from within. "'What do you think of it?' he asked. It is like a jewel, I answered.

You may well call it the sorcerer's magic coffer, if it often looks like that. It almost seems to be alive. Do you know why it seems so? From the glare of the light, I suppose? Light, of course, he answered, but it is rather the disposition of light. As he spoke, he turned up the ordinary lights of the room

and switched off the special ones. The effect on the stone box was surprising. In a second it lost all its glowing effect. It was still a very beautiful stone, as always, but it was stone and no more. Do you notice anything about the arrangement of the lamps, he asked? No. They were in the shape of the stars in the plow,

as the stars are in the ruby. The statement came to me with a certain sense of conviction. I do not know why, except that there had been so many mysterious associations with the mummy and all belonging to it that any new one seemed enlightening. I listened as Trelawney went on to explain, For sixteen years I have never ceased to think of that adventure, or to try to find a clue to the mysteries which came. before us. But never, until last night, did I seem to find a solution. I think I must have

dreamed of it, for I woke all on fire about it. I jumped out of bed with a determination of doing something, before I quite knew what it was that I wished to do. Then, all at once, the purpose was was clear before me. There were illusions in the writing on the walls of the tomb to the seven stars of the great bear that go to make up the plow, and the north was again and again emphasized. The same symbols were repeated with regards to the magic box, as we called it. We had already noticed those peculiar translucent spaces in the stone of the box. You remember the hieroglyphic writing had told that the jewel came from the heart of an aerolite and that the coffer was cut from it also?

It might be, I thought, that the light of the seven stars, shining in the right direction, might have some effect on the box or something within it. I raised the blind and looked out. The plow was high in the heavens, and both its stars and the pole star were straight opposite the window. I pulled the table with the coffer out into the light and shifted it. until the translucent patches were in the direction of the stars. Instantly, the box began to glow as you saw it under the lamps, though but slightly.

I waited and waited, but the sky clouded over and the light died away. So I got wires and lamps, you know how often I use them in experiment, and tried the effect of electric light. it took me some time to get the lamps properly placed so that they would correspond to the parts of the stone but the moment i got them right the whole thing began to glow as you have seen it i could get no further however there was evidently something wanting all at once it came to me that if light could have some effect there should be in the tomb some means of producing light for there could not be starlight in the mummy pit in the cavern. Then the whole thing seemed to become clear. On the bloodstone table, which has a hollow carved in its top,

into which the bottom of the coffer fits, I laid the magic coffer, and I at once saw that the odd protuberances so carefully rot in the substance of the stone corresponded in a way to the stars in the constellation. These, then, were to hold light. lights. Eureka, I cried.

All we want now is the lamps. I tried placing the electric lights on or close to the protuberances. But the glow never came to the stone, so the conviction grew on me that there were special lamps made for the purpose. If we could find them, a step on the road to solving the mystery should be gained. But what about the lamps? I asked. Where are they? When are we to discover them? How are we to know them if we do find them? What? He stopped me at once. One thing at a time, he said quietly. Your first question contains all the rest. Where are these lamps? I shall tell you, in the tomb. In the tomb, I repeated in surprise. why you and i searched the place ourselves from end to end and there was not a sign of a lamp not a sign of anything remaining when we came away the first time or on the second except the bodies of the arabs whilst i was speaking he had uncoiled some large sheets of paper which he had brought in his hand from his own room these he spread out on the great table keeping their edges down with books and weights

I knew them at a glance. They were the careful copies which he had made of our first transcripts from the writing in the tomb. When he had all ready, he turned to me and said slowly, Do you remember wondering, when we examined the tomb,

at the lack of one thing which is usually found in such a tomb? Yes, there was no Sir Dab. The Sir Dab, I may perhaps explain, said Mr. Corbeck to me, is a sort of niche built or hewn in the wall of a tomb. Those which have as yet been examined bear no inscriptions and contain only effigies of the dead

for whom the tomb was made. Then he went on with his narrative. Trelawney, when he saw that I had caught his meaning, went on speaking with something of his old enthusiasm. I have come to the conclusion that there must be a Serdab, a secret one. We were dull not to have thought of it before. We might have known that the maker of such a tomb, a woman who had shown in other ways such a sense of beauty and completeness, and who had finished every detail with a feminine richness of elaboration, would not have neglected such an architectural

feature. Even if it had not its own special significance in ritual, she would have had it as an adornment. Others had had it, and she liked her own work to be complete. Depend upon it. There was. There is a serdab, and that in it, when it is discovered, we shall find the lamps. Of course, had we known then what we know now, or at all events surmise, that there were lamps, we might have suspected some hidden spot, some cachet. I'm going to ask you to go to Egypt again, to seek the tomb, to find the Sardab, and to bring back the lamps. And if I find there is no Sardab, or if discovering it I find no lamps in it, what then? He smiled grimly with that saturnine smile of his, so rarely seen for years past, as he spoke

slowly, then you will have to hustle till you find them. Good, I said, he pointed to one of the sheets. Here are the transcripts from the chapel at the south and the east. I have been looking over the writings again, and I find that in seven places round this corner are the symbols of the constellation which we call the plow, which Queen Terra held to rule her birth and her destiny. I have examined them carefully,

and I notice that they are all representatives, of the groupings of the stars as the constellation appears in different parts of the heavens. They are all astronomically correct, and, as in the real sky, the pointers indicate the pole star, so these all point to one spot in the wall where usually the serdab is to be found. Bravo! I shouted, for such a piece of reasoning demanded applause. He seemed pleased as he went to. on. When you are in the tomb, examine this spot. There is probably some spring or mechanical contrivance for opening the receptacle. What it may be, there is no use guessing. You will know what best to do

when you are on the spot. I started the next week for Egypt, and never rested till I stood again in the tomb. I had found some of our old following and was fairly well provided with help. The country was now in a condition very different to that in which it had been 16 years before. There was no need for troops or armed men. I climbed the rock face alone. There was no difficulty, for in that fine climate the woodwork of the ladder was still dependable. It was easy to see that in the years that it elapsed there had been other visitors to the tomb, and my heart sank within me when I thought that some of them might by chance have come across the secret place. It would be a bitter discovery indeed to find that they had forestalled

me, and that my journey had been in vain. The bitterness was realized when I lit my torches, and passed between the seven-sided columns to the chapel of the tomb. there in the very spot where i had expected to find it was the opening of a sur dabe and the sirdab was empty but the chapel was not empty for the dried-up body of a man in an arab dress lay close under the opening as though he had been stricken down i examined all around the walls to see if trelawney's surmise was correct and i found that in all the positions of the stars as given the pointers of the plough indicated a spot to the left hand or south side of the opening of the surdab where was a single star in gold i pressed this and it gave way the stone which had marked the front of the surdab and which lay back against the wall within moved slightly on further examining the other side of the opening, I found a similar spot, indicated by other representations of the constellation, but this was itself a figure of the seven stars, and each was wrought in burnished gold.

I pressed each star in turn, but without result. Then it struck me that if the opening spring was on the left, this on the right might have been intended for the simultaneous pressure of all the stars by one hand of seven fingers. By using both my hands, I managed to affect this. With a loud click, a metal figure seemed to dart from close to the opening of the Sardab. The stone slowly swung back to its place and shut with a click. The glimpse which I had of the descending figure, hauled me for the moment. It was like that grim guardian, which, according to the Arabian historian

Ibn Abin al-Hokin, the builder of the pyramids, King Sarid Ibn Salhuk, placed in the western pyramid to defend its treasure, a marble figure upright, with lance in hand, with on its head a serpent reethed. When any approached, the serpent would bite him on one side, and twining a about his throat and killing him would return again to his place i knew well that such a figure was not wrought to pleasantry and that to brave it was no child's play the dead arab at my feet was proof of what could be done so i examined again along the wall and found here and there chippings as if someone had been tapping with a heavy hammer this then had been what happened. The grave robber, more expert at his work than we had been, and, suspecting the presence of a hidden Sardab, had made essay to find it. He had struck the spring by chance, had released the avenging treasurer, as the Arabian writer designated him. The issue spoke for itself. I got a piece of

wood, and standing at a safe distance, pressed with the end of it upon the star. instantly the stone flew back the hidden figure within darted forward and thrust out its lance then it rose up and disappeared i thought i might now safely press on the seven stars and did so again the stone rolled back and the treasurer flashed by to his hidden lair i repeated both experiments several times with always the same result. I should have liked to examine the mechanism of that figure of such malignant mobility, but it was not possible without such tools as could not easily be had. It might be necessary to cut into a whole section of the rock. Someday I hope to go back, properly equipped, and attempt it.

Perhaps you do not know that the entrance to a Sardab is almost always very important, narrow. Sometimes a hand can hardly be inserted. Two things I learned from this Sir Dab. The first was that the lamps, if lamps at all there had been, could not have been of large size, and secondly, that they would be in some way associated with Hathor, whose symbol, the hawk in a square with the right top corner forming a smaller square, was cut in relief on the wall within and colored the bright vermilion which we had found in the steely. Hathor is the goddess who in Egyptian mythology answers to Venus of the Greeks, in as far as she is the presiding deity of beauty and pleasure. In the Egyptian mythology, however, each god has many forms, and in some

aspects Hathor has to do with the idea of resurrection. There are seven fours, there are seven forms or variance of the goddess. Why should not these correspond in some way to the seven lamps? That there had been such lamps, I was convinced. The first grave robber had met his death, the second had found the contents of the Sardab. The first attempt had been made years since, the state of the body proved this. I had no clue to the second attempt. It might have been been long ago, or it might have been recently. If, however, others had been to the tomb, it was probable that the lamps had been taken long ago. Well, all the more difficult would be my search, for undertaken it must be. That was nearly three years ago, and for all that time I have

been like the man in the Arabian nights, seeking old lamps, not for new, but for cash. i dared not say what i was looking for or attempt to give any description for such would have defeated my purpose but i had in my own mind at the start a vague idea of what i must find in process of time this grew more and more clear till at last i almost overshot my mark by searching for something which might have been wrong the disappointments i suffered and the wild goose chases I made would fill a volume, but I persevered. At last, not two months ago, I was shown by an old dealer in Masul, one lamp such as I had looked for. I had been tracing it for nearly a year, always suffering disappointment, but always buoyed up to further endeavor by a growing hope that I was on the track. I do not know how I restrained myself when I realized that at last I was at least close to success. I was skilled, however, in the finesse of Eastern trade,

and the Jew-Arab-Portigee trader met his match. I wanted to see all his stock before buying, and one by one he produced, amongst masses of rubbish, seven different lamps. each of them had a distinguishing mark and each and all was some form of the symbol of hathor i think i shook the imperturbability of my swarthy friend by the magnitude of my purchases for in order to prevent him guessing what form of goods i sought i nearly cleared out his shop at the end he nearly wept and said i had ruined him for now he had nothing to sell he would have torn his hair had he known what price i should ultimately have given for some of this stock that perhaps he valued least i parted with most of my merchandise at normal price as i hurried home i did not dare to give it away or even lose it lest i should incur suspicion my burden was far too precious to be risked by any foolishness now

i got on as fast as it is possible to travel in such countries and arrived in london with only the lamps and certain portable curios and papyri which i had picked up on my travels now mr ross you know all i know and i leave it to your discretion how much if any of it you will tell miss trelawney as he finished a clear young voice said behind us What about Miss Trelawney? She is here. We turned, startled, and looked at each other inquiringly. Miss Trelawney stood in the doorway. We did not know how long she had been present or how much she had heard. End of Chapter 12, recording by Roger Maline. Chapter 13 of the Jewel of Seven Stars.

This Librevox recording is in the public. domain. Recording by Roger Maline. The Jewel of Seven Stars by Bram Stoker. Chapter 13. Awaking from the Trance. The first unexpected words may always startle a hearer, but when the shock is over, the listener's reason has asserted itself, and he can judge of the manner as well as of the matter of speech. Thus it was on this occasion.

with intelligence now alert i could not doubt of the simple sincerity of margaret's next question what have you two men been talking about all this time mr ross i suppose mr corbeck has been telling you all his adventures in finding the lamps i hope you'll tell me too some day mr corbeck but that must not be till my poor father is better he would like i am sure to tell me all about these things himself or or to be present when I heard them. She glanced sharply from one to the other. Oh, that was what you were saying as I came in? All right, I shall wait, but I hope it won't be long. The continuance of Father's condition is, I feel, breaking me down. A little while ago I felt that my nerves were giving out,

so I determined to go out for a walk in the park. I am sure it will do me good. I want you, if you will will, Mr. Ross to be with father whilst I am away. I shall feel secure then. I rose with alacrity, rejoicing that the poor girl was going out, even for half an hour. She was looking terribly wearied and haggard, and the sight of her pale cheeks made my heartache. I went to the sick room, and sat down in my usual place. Mrs. Grant was then on duty. We had not found it necessary to have more than one person in the room during the day.

When I came in, she took occasion to go about some household duty. The blinds were up, but the north aspect of the room softened the hot glare of the sunlight without. I sat for a long time thinking over all that Mr. Corbeck had told me, and weaving its wonders into the tissue of strange things which had come to pass since I had entered the house. At times I was inclined to doubt, to doubt everything and everyone, to doubt even the evidences of my own five senses. The warnings of the skilled detective kept coming back to my mind. He had put down Mr. Corbeck as a clever liar and a confederate of Miss Trelawney, of Margaret. That settled it.

Face to face with such a proposition as that, doubt vanished. each time when her image her name the merest thought of her came before my mind each event stood out stark as a living fact my life upon her faith i was recalled from my reverie which was fast becoming a dream of love in a startling manner a voice came from the bed a deep strong masterful voice the first note of it called up like a clarion my eyes and my ears the sick man was awake and speaking who are you what are you doing here whatever ideas any of us had ever formed of his waking i am quite sure that none of us expected to see him start up all awake and full master of himself i was so surprised that i answered almost mechanically ross is my name i have been watching by you he looked surprised for an instant and then I could see that his habit of judging for himself came into play. Watching by me, how do you mean? Why watching by me? His eye had now lit on his heavily bandaged wrist. He went on in a different tone,

less aggressive, more genial as of one accepting facts. Are you a doctor? I felt myself almost smiling as I answered, the relief from the long pressure of anxiety regarding his life was beginning to tell. No, sir. Then why are you here? If you are not a doctor, what are you? His tone was again more dictatorial. Thought is quick.

The whole train of reasoning on which my answer must be based flooded through my brain before the words could leave my lips. Margaret! I must think of Margaret! this was her father who as yet knew nothing of me even of my very existence he would be naturally curious if not anxious to know why i amongst men had been chosen as his daughter's friend on the occasion of his illness fathers are naturally a little jealous in such matters as a daughter's choice and in the undeclared state of my love for margaret i must do nothing which could ultimately embarrass her i am a barrister it is not however in that capacity i am here but simply as a friend of your daughter it was probably her knowledge of my being a lawyer which first determined her to ask me to come when she thought you had been murdered afterwards she was good enough to consider me to be a friend and to allow me to remain in accordance with your expressed wish that some one should remain to watch

mr trelawney was manifestly a man of quick thought and of few words he gazed at me keenly as i spoke and his piercing eyes seemed to read my thought to my relief he said no more on the subject just then seeming to accept my words in simple faith there was evidently in his own mind some cause for the acceptance deeper than my own knowledge his eyes flashed and there was an unconcernedly in his own mind some cause for the acceptance deeper than my own knowledge his eyes flashed and there was an unconscious movement of the mouth it could hardly be called a twitch which betokened satisfaction he was following out some train of reasoning in his own mind suddenly he said she thought i had been murdered was that last night no four days ago he seemed surprised whilst he had been speaking the first time he had sat up in bed now he made a movement as though he would jump out with an effort however he restrained himself leaning back in his pillows he said quietly tell me all about it all you know every detail omit nothing but stay first lock the door i want to know before i see anyone exactly how things stand somehow his last words made my heart leap any one he evidently accepted me then as an exception in my present state of feeling for his daughter this was a comforting thought i felt exultant as i went over to the door and softly turned the key when i came back i found him sitting up again he said go on accordingly i told him every detail even of the slightest which I could remember of what had happened from the moment of my arrival at the house.

Of course I said nothing of my feeling towards Margaret, and spoke only concerning those things already within his own knowledge. With regard to Corbeck, I simply said that he had brought back some lamps of which he had been in quest. Then I proceeded to tell him fully of their loss and of their rediscovery in the house. He listened with a self-control which, under the circumstances, was to me little less than marvelous. It was impassiveness, for at times his eyes would flash or blaze, and the strong fingers of his uninjured hand would grip the sheet,

pulling it into far-extending wrinkles. This was most noticeable when I told him of the return of Corbeck and the finding of the lamps in the boudoir. At times he sped, he spoke. spoke but only a few words and as if unconsciously in emotional comment the mysterious parts those which had most puzzled us seemed to have no special interest for him he seemed to know them already the utmost concern he showed was when i told him of daw's shooting his muttered comment stupid ass together with a quick glance across the room at the injured cabinet marked the measure of his disgust. As I told him of his daughter's harrowing anxiety for him, of her unending care and devotion, of the tender love which she had shown, he seemed much moved. There was a sort of veiled

surprise in his unconscious whisper, "'Margaret! Margaret!' When I had finished my narration, bringing matters up to the moment when Miss Trelawney had gone out for her walk, I thought of her as Miss Trelawney, not as Margaret now, in the presence of her father. He remained silent for quite a long time. It was probably two or three minutes, but it seemed interminable. All at once he turned and said to me briskly, Now, tell me all about yourself. This was something of a florer. I felt myself grow red-hot. Mr. Trelawney's eyes were upon me. They were now calm and dark. inquiring, but never seizing in their soul-searching scrutiny. There was just a suspicion of a smile on the mouth, which, though it added to my embarrassment,

gave me a certain measure of relief. I was, however, face to face with difficulty, and the habit of my life stood me in good stead. I looked him straight in the eyes as I spoke. My name, as I told you, is Ross, Malcolm Ross. i am by profession a barrister i was made a q c in the last year of the queen's reign i have been fairly successful in my work to my relief he said yes i know i have always heard well of you where and when did you meet margaret first at the haze in belgrave square ten days ago then at a picnic up the river with lady strathconnell we went from windsor to cookham mar miss cholani was in my boat i scull a little and i had my own boat at windsor we had a good deal of conversation naturally naturally there was just a suspicion of something sardonic in the tone of acquiescence but there was no other intimation of his feeling i began to think that as i was in the presence of a strong man i should show something of my own strength

my friends and sometimes my opponents say that i am a strong man in my present circumstances not to be absolutely truthful would be to be weak so i stood up to the difficulty before me always bearing in mind however that my words might affect margaret's happiness through her love for her father i went on in conversation at a place and time and amid surrounding so pleasing and in a solitude inviting to confidence i got a glimpse of her inner life such a glimpse as a man of my years and experience may get from a young girl the father's face grew graver as i went on but he said nothing i was committed now to a definite line of speech and went on with such mastery of my mind as i could exercise the occasion might be fraught with serious consequences to me too i could not but see that there was over her spirit a sense of loneliness which was habitual to her i thought i understood it i am myself an only child i ventured to encourage her to speak to me freely and was happy enough to succeed a sort of confidence became established between us there was something in the father's face which made me add hurriedly nothing was said by her sir as you can well imagine, which was not right and proper. She only told me in the impulsive way of one longing to give voice to thoughts long carefully concealed, of her yearning to be closer to the father whom she loved,

more unrepore with him, more in his confidence, closer within the circle of his sympathies. Oh, believe me, sir, that it was all good. All that a father's heart could hope or wish for, It was all loyal. That she spoke it to me was perhaps because I was almost a stranger with whom there was no previous barrier to confidence. Here I paused. It was hard to go on,

and I feared, lest I might in my zeal, do Margaret a disservice. The relief of the strain came from her father. And you? Sir, Miss Trelawney is very sweet, beautiful she is young and her mind is like crystal her sympathy is a joy i am not an old man and my affections were not engaged they never had been till then i hope i may say as much even to her father my eyes involuntarily dropped when i raised them again mr trelawney was still gazing at me keenly all the kindliness of his nature seemed to wreath itself in a smile as he held out his hand and said,

"'Malcolm Ross, I have always heard of you as a fearless and honorable gentleman. I am glad my girl has such a friend. Go on!' My heart leaped. The first step to the winning of Margaret's father was gained. I dare say I was somewhat more effusive in my words and my manner as I went on. I certainly felt that way. One thing we gain as we grow older,

to use our age judiciously. I have had much experience. I have fought for it and worked for it all my life, and I felt that I was justified in using it. I ventured to ask Miss Chalani to count on me as a friend, to let me serve her, should occasion arise. She promised me that she would. I had little idea that my chance of serving her should come so soon or in such a way,

but that very night you were stricken down. In her desolation and anxiety she sent for me. I paused. He continued to look at me as I went on. When your letter of instructions was found, I offered my services. They were accepted, as you know. And these days? how did they pass for you?'

The question startled me. There was in it something of Margaret's own voice and manner, something so greatly resembling her lighter moments that it brought out all the masculinity in me. I felt more sure of my ground now, as I said, "'These days, sir, despite all their harrowing anxiety, despite all the pain they held for the girl whom I grew to love more and more with each passing hour, have been the happiest of my life.

He kept silence for a long time, so long that, as I waited for him to speak, with my heart beating, I began to wonder if my frankness had been too effusive. At last he said, I suppose it is hard to say so much vicariously. Her poor mother should have heard you. It would have made her heart glad. Then a shadow swept across his face, and he went on more hurriedly. But are you quite sure of all this? I know my own heart, sir, or at least I think I do. No, no, he answered. I don't mean you, that is all right.

But you spoke of my girl's affection for me, and yet she has been living here, in my house, a whole year. Still, she spoke to you. you of her loneliness, her desolation. I never—it grieves me to say it, but it is true. I never saw a sign of such affection towards myself in all the year.' His voice trembled away into sad, reminiscent introspection. "'Then, sir,' I said, "'I have been privileged to see more in a few days than you in her whole lifetime.'

My word seemed to call him up. from himself, and I thought that it was with pleasure as well as surprised that he said, I had no idea of it. I thought that she was indifferent to me, that what seemed like the neglect of her youth was revenging itself on me, that she was cold of heart. It is a joy unspeakable to me that her mother's daughter loves me too. Unconsciously he sank back upon his pillow, lost in memories of the past. How he must have loved her mother. It was the love of her mother's child,

rather than the love of his own daughter, that appealed to him. My heart went out to him in a great wave of sympathy and kindliness. I began to understand, to understand the passion of these two great, silent, reserved natures that successfully concealed the burning hunger for the other's love. It did not surprise me when presently he murmured to himself, Margaret, my child, tender and thoughtful and strong and true and brave,

like her dear mother, like her dear mother. And then, to the very depths of my heart, I rejoiced that I had spoken so frankly. Presently, Mr. Trelawney said, "'Four days, the 16th. Then this is the 20th of July?' I nodded affirmation. He went on, "'So I have been lying in a trance for four days.

It is not the first time. I was in a trance once under strange conditions for three days, and never even suspected it till I was told of the lapse of time. I shall tell you all about it some day, if you care to hear. That made me thrill with pleasure, that he, Margaret's father, would so take me into his confidence, made it possible. The business-like, everyday alertness of his voice as he spoke next, quite recalled me. I had better get up now.

When Margaret comes in, tell her yourself that I am all right. It will avoid any shock. and will you tell corbeck that i would like to see him as soon as i can i want to see those lamps and hear all about them his attitude toward me filled me with delight there was a possible father-in-law aspect that would have raised me from a death-bed i was hurrying away to carry out his wishes when however my hand was on the key of the door his voice recalled me mr ross i did not like to hear him say mr after he knew of my friendship with his daughter he had called me malcolm ross and this obvious return to formality not only pained but filled me with apprehension it must be something about margaret i thought of her as margaret and not as miss trelawney now that there was danger of losing her i know now what i felt then that i was determined to fight for her rather than lose her i came back unconsciously holding myself erect mr trelawney the keen observer of men seemed to read my thought his face which was set in a new anxiety relaxed as he said sit down a minute it is better that we speak now than later we are both men and men of the world all this about my daughter is very new to me and very sudden and i want to know exactly how and where i stand

mind i am making no objection but as a father i have duties which are grave and may prove to be painful i i-i he seemed slightly at a loss how to be to begin, and this gave me hope. I suppose I am to take it from what you have said to me of your feelings towards my girl, that it is in your mind to be a suitor for her hand later on? I answered at once, Absolutely, firm and fixed. It was my intention the evening after I had been with her on the river, to seek you, of course, after a proper and respectful interval,

and to ask you if I might approach her on the subject. events forced me into closer relationship more quickly than i had to hope would be possible but that first purpose has remained fresh in my heart and has grown in intensity and multiplied itself with every hour which has passed since then his face seemed to soften as he looked at me the memory of his own youth was coming back to him instinctively after a pause he said i suppose i may take it too malcolm ross the return to the familiarity of address swept through me with a glorious thrill that as yet you have not made any protestation to my daughter not in words sir the arre panseilles of my phrase struck me not by its own humor but through the grave kindly smile on the father's face there was a pleasant sarcasm in his comment not in words that is dangerous she might have doubted words or even disbelieved them i felt myself blushing to the roots of my hair as i went on the duty of delicacy in her defenceless position my respect for her father i did not know you then sir as yourself but only as her father restrained me but even had not these barriers existed i should not have not these barriers existed i should should not have dared in the presence of such grief and anxiety to have declared myself mr trelawney i assure you on my word of honor that your daughter and i are as yet on her part but friends and nothing more

once again he held out his hands and we clasped each other warmly then he said heartily i am satisfied malcolm ross of course i take it that until I have seen her and have given you permission, you will not make any declaration to my daughter. In words, he added with an indulgent smile. But his face became stern again, as he went on, Time presses, and I have to think of some matters so urgent and so strange that I dare not lose an hour. Otherwise, I should not have been prepared to enter, at so short a notice and to so knew a friend, on the subject of my daughter's settlement in life and of her future happiness. There was a dignity and a certain proudness in his manner which impressed me much.

I shall respect your wishes, sir, I said as I went back and opened the door. I heard him lock it behind me. When I told Mr. Corbeck that Mr. Trelawney had quite recovered, he began to dance about like a wild man. but he suddenly stopped and asked me to be careful not to draw any inferences at all events at first, when in the future speaking of the finding of the lamps, or of the first visits to the tomb. This was in case Mr. Trelawney should speak to me on the subject. "'As, of course, he will,' he added, with a sidelong look at me which meant knowledge of the affairs of my heart. I agreed to this, feeling that it was quite right.

i did not quite understand why but i knew that mr trelawney was a peculiar man in no case could one make a mistake by being reticent reticence is a quality which a strong man always respects the manner in which the others of the house took the news of the recovery varied much mrs grant wept with emotion then she hurried off to see if she could do anything personally and to set the house in order for master as she always called him the nurse's face fell she was deprived of an interesting case but the disappointment was only momentary and she rejoiced that the trouble was over she was ready to come to the patient the moment she should be wanted but in the meantime she occupied herself in packing her portmanteau i took sergeant d'aw into the study so that we should be alone when i told him the news it surprised even his iron self-control when i told him the method of the waking i was myself surprised to see in turn by his first words and how did he explain the first attack he was unconscious when the second was made up to that moment the nature of the attack which was the cause of my coming to the house had never even crossed my mind except when i had simply narrated the various occurrences in sequence to mr the detective did not seem to think much of my answer do you know it never occurred to me to ask him the professional instinct was strong in the man and seemed to supersede everything else that is why so few cases are ever followed out he said unless our people are in them your amateur detective near hunts down to the death

as for ordinary people the moment things begin to mend and the strain of suspense is off them they drop the matter in hand it is like sea-sickness he added philosophically after a pause the moment you touch the shore you never give it a thought but-one it is like sea-sickness he added philosophically after a pause the moment you touch the shore you never give it a thought but run off to the buffet to feed. Well, Mr. Ross, I'm glad the case is over, for over it is, so far as I am concerned. I suppose that Mr. Trelawney knows his own business, and that now he is well again, he will take it up himself. Perhaps, however, he will not do anything. As he seemed to expect something to happen, but did not ask for protection from the police in any way, I take it that he don't want them to interfere with an eye to punishment.

We'll be told officially, I suppose, that it was an accident, or sleepwalking, or something of the kind, to satisfy the conscience of our record department, and that will be the end. As for me, I tell you frankly, sir, that it will be the saving of me. I verily believe I was beginning to get Dottie over it all. There were too many mysteries, that aren't in my line for me to be really satisfied as to either facts or the causes of them.

Now I'll be able to wash my hands of it and get back to clean, wholesome, criminal work. Of course, sir, I'll be glad to know if you ever do light on a cause of any kind. And I'll be grateful if you can ever tell me how the man was dragged out of bed when the cat bit him and who used the knife the second time. for Master Silvio could never have done it by himself. But there, I keep thinking of it still. I must look out and keep a check on myself, or I shall think of it when I have to keep my mind on other things.

When Margaret returned from her walk, I met her in the hall. She was still pale and sad. Somehow I had expected to see her radiant after her walk. The moment she saw me, her eyes brink. frightened, and she looked at me keenly. "'You have some good news for me?' she said. "'Is father better?' "'He is. Why did you think so?'

"'I saw it in your face. I must go to him at once.' She was hurrying away when I stopped her. "'He said he would send for you the moment he was dressed.' "'He said he would send for me?' she repeated in amazement. Then he is awake again and conscious? I had no idea he was so well as that. Oh, Malcolm! She sat down in the nearest chair and began to cry.

I felt overcome myself. The sight of her joy and emotion, the mention of my own name in such a way and at such a time, the rush of glorious possibilities all coming together quite unmanned me. she saw my emotion and seemed to understand she put out her hand i held it hard and kissed it such moments as these the opportunities of lovers are gifts of the gods up to this instant though i knew i loved her and though i believed she returned my affection i had had only hope now however the self-surrender manifest in her willingness to let me squeeze her hand the ardor of her pressure in return and the glorious flush of love in her beautiful deep dark eyes as she lifted them to mine were all the eloquences which the most impatient or exacting lover could expect or demand no word was spoken none was needed

even had i not been pledged to verbal silence words would have been poor and dull to express what we felt hand in hand like two little children we went up the staircase and waited on the landing till the summons from mr trelawney should come i whispered in her ear it was nicer than speaking aloud and at a greater distance how her father had awakened and what he had said and all that had passed between us except when she herself had been the subject of conversation presently a bell rang from the room margaret slipped from me and looked back with warning finger on lip she went over to her father's door and knocked softly come in said the strong voice it is i father the voice was tremulous with love and hope there was a quick step inside the room the door was hardly thrown open and in an instant margaret who had sprung forward was clasped in her father's arms there was little speech only a few broken phrases father dear dear father my child margaret my dear dear child oh father father father at last at last Here the father and daughter went into the room together, and the door closed. End of Chapter 13, recording by Roger Malene.

Chapter 14 of the Jewel of Seven Stars. This Libervox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Roger Maline. The Jewel of Seven Stars by Bram Stoker. Chapter 14, The Birth Mark. during my waiting for the summons to mr trelawney's room which i knew would come the time was long and lonely after the first few moments of emotional happiness at margaret's joy i somehow felt apart and alone and for a little time the selfishness of a lover possessed me but it was not for long margaret's happiness was all to me and in the conscious sense of it i lost my baser self margaret's last words as the door closed on them gave the key to the whole situation as it had been and as it was these two proud strong people though father and daughter had only come to know each other

when the girl was grown up. Margaret's nature was of that kind which matures early. The pride and strength of each, and the reticence which was their corollary, made a barrier at the beginning. Each had respected the other's reticence too much thereafter, and the misunderstanding grew to have it. And so these two loving hearts,

each of which yearned for sympathy from the other, were kept apart. but now all was well and in my heart of hearts i rejoiced that at last margaret was happy whilst i was still musing on the subject and dreaming dreams of a personal nature the door was opened and mr trelawney beckoned to me come in mr ross he said cordially but with a certain formality which i dreaded i entered the room and he closed the door again he held out his hand and i put mine in it he did not let it go but still held it as he drew me over toward his daughter margaret looked from me to him and back again and her eyes fell when i was close to her mr trollani let her my hand, and looking his daughter straight in the face, said, If things are as I fancy, we shall not have any secrets between us. Malcolm Ross knows so much of my affairs already, that I take it he must either let matters

stop where they are and go away in silence, or else he must know more. Margaret, are you willing to let Mr. Ross see your wrist? She threw one swift look of a piece. in her eyes, but even as she did so, she seemed to make up her mind. Without a word, she raised her right hand so that the bracelet of spreading wings which covered the wrist fell back, leaving the flesh bare. Then an icy chill shot through me. On her wrist was a thin, red, jagged line from which seemed to hang red stains like drops of blood. She stood there, there, a veritable figure of patient pride. Oh, but she looked proud. Through all her sweetness,

all her dignity, all her high-souled negation of self which I had known, and which never seemed more marked than now, through all the fire that seemed to shine from the dark depths of her eyes into my very soul, pride shone conspicuously. The pride that has faith, the pride that is born of conscious purity the pride of a veritable queen of old time when to be royal was to be the first and greatest and bravest in all high things as we stood thus for some seconds the deep grave voice of her father seemed to sound a challenge in my ears what do you say now my answer was not in words i caught margaret's right hand in mine as it fell and holding it tight whilst with the other i pushed back the golden sincture stooped and kissed the wrist as i looked up at her but never letting go her hand there was a look of joy on her face such as i dream of when i think of heaven then i faced her father you have my answer sir his strong face looked gravely sweet he only said one word as he laid his hand on our clasped ones whilst he bent over and kissed his daughter good

we were interrupted by a knock at the door in answer to an impatient come in from mr trelawney mr corbeck entered when he saw us grouped he would have drawn back but in an instant mr trelawney had sprung forth and dragged him forward as he shook him by both hands he seemed a transformed man all the enthusiasm of his youth of which mr corbeck had told us seemed to have come back to him in an instant so you have got the lamps he almost shouted my reasoning was right after all come to the library where we will be alone and tell me all about it and while he does it ross said he turning to me to me do you, like a good fellow, get the key from the safe deposit so that I may have a look at the lamps. Then the three of them, the daughter lovingly holding her father's arm, went into the library whilst I hurried off to Chancery Lane. When I returned with the key, I found them still engaged in the narrative, but Dr. Winchester, who had arrived soon after I left, was with them.

mr trelawney on hearing from margaret of his great attention and kindness and how he had under much pressure to the contrary steadfastly obeyed his written wishes had asked him to remain and listen it will interest you perhaps he said to learn the end of the story we all had an early dinner together we sat after it a good while and then mr trellani said now i think we had all better separate and go quietly to bed early we may have much to talk about to-morrow and to-night i want to think dr winchester went away taking with a courteous forethought mr corebeck with him and leaving me behind when the others had gone mr trelawney said i think it will be well if you too will go home for to-night i want to be quite alone with my job for tonight i want to be quite alone with my daughter. There are many things I wish to speak of to her and to her alone. Perhaps, even tomorrow, I will be able to tell you also of them. But in the meantime, there will be less distraction to us both if we are alone in the house. I quite understood and sympathized with his feelings, but the experiences of the last few days were strong on me,

and with some hesitation I said, But may it not be dangerous? If you, You knew as we do—to my surprise, Margaret interrupted me. There will be no danger, Malcolm. I shall be with father. As she spoke, she clung to him in a protective way. I said no more, but stood up to go at once. Mr. Trelawney said heartily, "'Come as early as you please, Ross. Come to breakfast.

After it, you and I will want to have a word together.' he went out of the room quietly leaving us together i clasped and kissed margaret's hands which she held out to me and then drew her close to me and our lips met for the first time i did not sleep much that night happiness on the one side of my bed and anxiety on the other kept sleep away but if i had anxious care i had also happiness which had not equal in my life or ever can have the night went by so quickly that the dawn seemed to rush on me not stealing as is its want before nine o'clock i was at kensington all anxiety seemed to float away like a cloud as i met margaret and saw that already the pallor of her face had given to the rich bloom which i knew she told me that her father had slept well and that he would be with us soon i do believe she whispered that my dear and thoughtful father has kept back on purpose so that i might meet you first and alone after breakfast mr trelawney took us into the study saying as he passed in i have asked margaret to come too when we were seated he said gravely i told you last night that we might have something to say to each other i dare say that you may have thought that it was about margaret and yourself isn't that so i thought so

well my boy that is all right margaret and i have been talking and i know her wishes he held out his hand when i wrung it and had kissed margaret who drew her chair close to mine so that we could hold hands as we listened he went on but with a certain hesitation it could hardly be called nervousness which was new to me you know a good deal of my hunt after this mummy and her belongings and I dare say you have guessed a good deal of my theories. But these, at any rate, I shall explain later, concisely and categorically, if it be necessary. What I want to consult you about now is this. Margaret and I disagree on one point. I am about to make an experiment,

the experiment which is to crown all that I have devoted twenty years of research and danger and labor to prepare for. Through it, we may learn things that have been hidden from the eyes and the knowledge of men for centuries, for scores of centuries. I do not want my daughter to be present, for I cannot blind myself to the fact that there may be danger in it,

great danger, and of an unknown kind. I have, however, already faced very great dangers, and of an unknown kind, and so has that brave scholar who has helped me in the work. As to myself, I am willing to run any risk, for science and history and philosophy may benefit, and we may turn one old page of a wisdom unknown in this prosaic age. But for my daughter to run such a risk, I am loathe.

Her young, bright life is too precious to throw lightly away, now, especially when she is on the very threshold of new happiness. I do not wish to see her life given as her dear mothers was. He broke down for a moment and covered his eyes with his hands. In an instant, Margaret was beside him, clasping him close and kissing him and comforting him with loving words. Then, standing erect with one hand on his head, she said, father mother did not bid you stay beside her even when you wanted to go on that journey of unknown danger to egypt though that country was then upset from end to end with war and the dangers that follow war

you have told me how she left you free to go as you wished though that she thought of danger for you and feared it for you is proved by this she held up her wrist with the scar that seemed to run blood Now Mother's daughter does as Mother would have done herself. Then she turned to me. Malcolm, you know I love you, but love is trust, and you must trust me in danger as well as in joy. You and I must stand beside Father in this unknown peril. Together we shall come through it, or together we shall fail, together we shall die. that is my wish my first wish to my husband that is to be do you not think that as a daughter i am right tell my father what you think she looked like a queen stooping to plead my love for her grew and grew i stood up beside her and took her hand and said mr trelawney in this margaret and i are one

he took both our hands and held them hard presently he said with deep emotion it is as her mother would have done mr corbeck and dr winchester came exactly at the time appointed and joined us in the library despite my great happiness i felt our meeting to be a very solemn function for i could never forget the strange things it had been and the idea of the strange things which might be was with me like a cloud pressing down on us all from the gravity of my companions i gathered that each of them also was ruled by some such dominating thought instinctively we gathered our chairs into a circle around mr trelawney who had taken the great armchair near the window margaret sat by him on his right and i was next to her mr corbeck was on his left with dr Winchester on the other side. After a few seconds of silence, Mr. Trelawney said to Mr. Corbeck, You have told Dr. Winchester all up to the present as we arranged? Yes, he answered, so Mr. Trelawney said,

And I have told Margaret, so we all know. Then, turning to the doctor, he asked, And am I to take it that you, knowing all as we know it, who have followed the matter for years, wish to share in the experiment which we hope to make? His answer was direct and uncompromising. Certainly! Why, when this matter was fresh to me, I offered to go on with it to the end. Now that it is of such strange interest, I would not miss it for anything which you could name. Be quite easy in your mind, Mr. Trelawney. I am a scientist and an investigator of financial.

I have no one belonging to me or dependent on me. I am quite alone and free to do what I like with my own, including my life." Mr. Trelawney bowed gravely, and turning to Mr. Corbeck said, I have known your ideas for many years past, old friend, so I need ask you nothing. As to Margaret and Malcolm Ross, they have already told me their wishes in no uncertain way. he paused a few seconds as though to put his thoughts or his words in order then he began to explain his views and intentions he spoke very carefully seeming always to bear in mind that some of us who listened were ignorant of the very root and nature of some things touched upon and explaining them to us as he went on the experiment which is before us is to try whether or not there is any force any reality in the old magic there could not possibly be more favorable conditions for the test and it is my own desire to do all that is possible to make the original design effective that there is some such existing power i firmly believe it might not be possible to create or arrange or organize such a power in our own time but i take it that if in old time such a power existed it may have some exceptional survival

after all the bible is not a myth and we read there that the sun stood still at a man's command and that an ass not a human one spoke and if the witch at endor could call up to saul the spirit of samuel why may not there have been others with equal powers and why may not one among them survive indeed we are told in the book of samuel that the witch of endor was only one of many and her being consulted by saul was a matter of chance he only sought one among the many whom he had driven out of israel all those that had familiar spirits and the wizards this egyptian queen terra who reigned nearly two thousand years before saul had a familiar and was a wizard too see how the priests of her time and those after it tried to wipe out her name from the face of the earth and put a curse over the very door of her tomb so that none might ever discover the lost name ay and they succeeded so well that even manetho the historian of the egyptian kings writing in the tenth century before christ with all the lore of the priesthood for forty centuries behind him and with possibility of access to every existing record could not even find her name did it strike any of you in thinking of the late events who or what her familiar was there was an interruption for dr winchester struck one hand loudly on the other as he ejaculated the cat the mummy cat i knew it mr trelawney smiled over adam

you are right there is every indication that the familiar of the wizard queen was that cat which was mummied when she was and was not only placed in her tomb but was laid in the sarcophagus with her that was what bit into my wrists what cut me with sharp claws he paused margaret's comment was a purely girlish one then my poor sylvia was a quirk I am glad." Her father stroked her hair and went on. This woman seems to have had an extraordinary foresight. Forsite far, far beyond her age and the philosophy of her time. She seems to have seen through the weakness of her own religion, and even prepared for emergence into a different world.

All her aspirations were for the north, the point of the compass whence blew the cool, invigorating breezes that make life a joy. From the first her eyes seemed to have been attracted to the seven stars of the plough from the fact, as recorded in the hieroglyphics in her tomb, that at her birth a great aerolite fell, from whose heart was finally extracted that jewel of seven stars, which she regarded as the talisman of her life. It seems to have so far ruled her destiny that all her thought and care circled round it. The magic coffer, so wondrously wrought with seven sides,

we learned from the same source, came from the aerolite. Seven was to her a magic number, and no wonder, with seven fingers on one hand and seven toes on one foot. With a talisman of a rare ruby with seven stars in the same position as in that constellation which ruled her birth, each star of the seven having seven points, in itself a geological wonder, it would have been odd if she had not been attracted by it. Again she was born, we learn in the steely of her tomb, in the seventh month of the year, the month beginning with the inundation of the Nile.

Of which month the presiding goddess was Hathor, the goddess of her own house, of the Antefs of the Theban line, the goddess who in various forms symbolizes beauty and pleasure and resurrection. Again in this seventh month, which by later Egyptian astronomy began on October 28th and ran to the 27th of our November, on the seventh day the pointer of the plough just rises above the horizon of the sky at Thebes. in a marvelously strange way, therefore, are grouped into this woman's life these various things. The number seven.

The pole star, with the constellation of seven stars. The god of the month, Hathor, who is her own particular god, the god of her family, the Antefts of the Theban dynasty, whose king's symbol it was, and whose seven forms ruled love and the delight of life and resurrection. If ever there was ground for magic,

for the power of symbolism carried into mystic use, for a belief in finite spirits, in an age which knew not the living God, it is here. Remember, too, that this woman was skilled in all the science of her time. Her wise and cautious father took care of that, knowing that by her own wisdom,

she must ultimately combat the intrigues of the hierarchy. Bear in mind that in old Egypt the science of astronomy began and was developed to an extraordinary height and that astrology followed astronomy in its progress. And it is possible that in the later developments of science with regard to light rays, we may yet find that astrology is on a scientific basis. our next wave of scientific thought may deal with this.

I shall have something special to call your minds to on this point presently. Bear in mind also that the Egyptians new sciences, of which today, despite all our advantages, we are profoundly ignorant. Acoustics, for instance, an exact science with the builders of the temples of Karnak, of Luxor, of the pyramids, is today a mystery to Bell and Kelvin and Edison and Marconi. Again, these old miracle workers probably understood some practical way of using other forces,

and amongst them the forces of light that at present we do not dream of. But of this matter I shall speak later. That magic coffer of Queen Terra is probably a magic-boggish. box in more ways than one. It may, possibly it does, contain forces that we want not of. We cannot open it, it must be closed from within. How then was it closed? It is a coffer of solid stone, of amazing hardness, more like a jewel than an ordinary marble, with a lid equally solid, and yet all is so finely wrought that the finest tool made today cannot be inserted under the flange. How was it wrought to such perfection? How was the stone so chosen

that those translucent patches match the relations of the seven stars of the constellation? How is it, or from what cause, that when the starlight shines on it, it glows from within? that when i fix the lamps in similar form the glow grows greater still and yet the box is irresponsive to ordinary light however great i tell you that that box hides some great mystery of science we shall find that the light will open it in some way either by striking on some substance sensitive in a peculiar way to its effect or in releasing some greater power i only trust that in our ignorance we may not so bungle things as to do harm to its mechanism and so deprive the knowledge of our time of a lesson handed down as by a miracle through nearly five thousand years in another way too there may be hidden in that box secrets which for good or ill may enlighten the world we know from their records and inferentially also we know from their records and inferentially also though, that the Egyptians studied the properties of herbs and minerals for magic purposes, white magic as well as black.

We know that some of the wizards of old could induce from sleep dreams of any given kind. That this purpose was mainly affected by hypnotism, which was another art or science of Old Nile, I have little doubt. But still, they must have had a mastery of drugs that is far as far as far as, beyond anything we know. With our own pharmacopoeia we can, to a certain extent, induce dreams. We may even differentiate between good and bad, dreams of pleasure, or disturbing and harrowing dreams. But these old practitioners seem to have been able to command at will any form or color of dreaming, could work round any given subject or thought in almost any was required.

in that coffer which you have seen may rest a very armory of dreams indeed some of the forces that lie within it may have been already used in my household again there was an interruption from dr winchester but if in your case some of these imprisoned forces were used what set them free at the opportune time or how besides you and mr corbeck were once before put into a trance for three whole days when you were in the queen's tomb for the second time. And then, as I gathered from Mr. Corbeck's story, the coffer was not back in the tomb, though the mummy was. Surely in both these cases there must have been some active intelligence awake and with some other power to wield. Mr. Trelawney's answer was equally to the point,

There was some active intelligence awake, I am convinced of it. it and it wielded a power which it never lacks i believe that on both those occasions hypnotism was the power wielded and wherein is that power contained what view do you hold on the subject dr winchester's voice vibrated with the intensity of his excitement as he leaned forward breathing hard and with eyes staring mr trelawney said solemnly in the mummy of the queen terra i was coming to that presently perhaps we had better wait till i clear the ground a little what i hold is that the preparation of that box was made for a special occasion as indeed were all the preparations of the tomb and all belonging to it queen terror did not trouble herself to guard against snakes and scorpions in that rocky tomb cut in the sheer cliff face a hundred feet above the level of the valley and fifty feet down from the summit her precautions were against the disturbances of human hands against the jealousy and hatred of the priests who had they known of her real aims would have tried to baffle them from her point of view she made all ready for the time of resurrection whenever that might be i gather from the symbolic pictures in the tomb that she so far differed from the belief of her time that she looked for a resurrection in the flesh it was doubtless this that intensified the hatred of the priesthood and gave them an acceptable cause for obliterating the very existence present and future of one who had outraged their theories and blasphemed their gods

all that she might require either in the accomplishment of the resurrection or after it were contained in that almost hermetically sealed suite of chambers in the rock in the great sarcophagus which as you know is of a size quite unusual even for kings was the mummy of her familiar the cat which from its great size i take to be a sort of tiger cat in the tomb also in a strong receptacle were the canopic jars usually containing those internal organs which are separately embalmed but which in this case had no such contents so that i take it there was in her case a departure in embalming and that the organs were restored to the body each in its proper place if indeed they had ever been removed if this surmise be true we shall find that the brain of the queen either was never extracted in the usual way or if so taken out that it was duly replaced instead of being enclosed within the mummy wrappings finally in the sarcophagus there was the magic coffer in which her feet rested mark you also the care taken in the preservance of her power to control the elements according to her belief the open hand outside the wrappings controlled the air and the strange jewel stone with the shining stars controlled fire the symbolism inscribed in the souls of her feet gave sway over land water. About the starstone, I shall tell you later, but whilst we are speaking of the sarcophagus,

mark how she guarded her secret in case of grave-wrecking or intrusion. None could open her magic coffer without the lamps, for we know now that ordinary light will not be effective. The great lid of the sarcophagus was not sealed down, as usual, because she wished to control the air. but she hid the lamps which in structure belonged to the magic coffer in a place where none could find them except by following the secret guidance which she had prepared for only the eyes of wisdom and even here she had guarded against chance discovery by preparing a bolt of death for the unwary discoverer to do this she had applied the lesson of the tradition of the avenging guard of the treasures of the pyramid built by her great predecessor of the fourth dynasty of the throne of egypt you have noted i suppose how there were in the case of her tomb certain deviations from the usual rules for instance the shaft of the mummy pit which is usually filled up solid with stones and rubbish was left open why was this i take it that she had made arrangements for leaving the tomb when after her resurrection, she should be a new woman with a different personality, and less

inured to the hardships that in her first existence she had suffered. So far as we can judge of her intent, all things needful for her exit into the world had been thought of, even to the iron chain, described by Van Hine, close to the door in the rock, by which she might be able to lower herself to the ground. that she expected a long period to elapse was shown in the choice of material. An ordinary rope would be rendered weaker or unsafe in process of time, but she imagined, and rightly, that the iron would endure. What her intentions were when once she trod the open earth afresh,

we do not know, and we never shall, unless her own dead lips can soften and speak. End of Chapter 14. Recording by Roger Malene. Chapter 15 of the Jewel of Seven Stars. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Roger Maline. The Jewel of Seven Stars by Bram Stoker. Chapter 15.

The purpose of Queen Terra. Now, as to the star jewel. This she manifests. regarded as the greatest of her treasures. On it, she had engraven words which none of her time dared to speak. In the old Egyptian belief, it was held that there were words, which, if used properly, for the method of speaking them was as important as the words themselves, could command the lords of the upper and the lower worlds. The Hikkow, or word of power, was all important in certain ritual.

On the jewel of seven stars, which, as you know, is carved into the image of a scarab, are graven in hieroglyphic to such hakow, one above, the other underneath. But you will understand better

when you see it. Wait here, do not stir. As he spoke, he rose and left the room. A great fear for him came over me, but I was in some strange way

relieved when I looked at Margaret. Whenever there had been any possibility of danger to her father, she had shown great fear for him. Now she was calm and placid. I said nothing, but waited. In two or three minutes, Mr. Trelawney returned. He held in his hand a little golden box. This, as he resumed his seat, he placed before him on the table. We all leaned forward.

as he opened it. On a lining of white satin lay a wondrous ruby of immense size, almost as big as the top joint of Margaret's little finger. It was carven, it could not possibly have been its natural shape, but jewels do not show the working of the tool, into the shape of a scarab, with its wings folded and its legs and feelers pressed back to its sides. Shining through its wondrous pigeon's blood color were seven different stars, each of seven points, in such position that they reproduced exactly the figure of the plow. There could be no possible mistake as to this in the mind of anyone who had ever noted the constellation. On it were some hieroglyphic figures, cut with the most exquisite precision, as I could see when it came to my turn to use

the magnifying glass, which Mr. Trelawney took from his pocket and handed to us. When we all had seen it fully, Mr. Trelawney turned it over so that it rested on its back in a cavity made to hold it in the upper half of the box. The reverse was no less wonderful than the upper, being carved to resemble the underside of the beetle. It too had some hieroglyphic figures cut on it. Mr. Trelawney resumed his last. lecture as we all sat with our heads close to this wonderful jewel. As you see, there are two words, one on the top, the other underneath. The symbols on the top represent a single word, composed of one syllable prolonged with its determinatives. You know, all of you, I suppose,

that the Egyptian language was phonetic, and that the hieroglyphic symbol represented the sound. the first symbol here the whole means mer and the two pointed ellipsies the prolongation of the final are mer the sitting figure with the hand to its face is what we call the determinative of thought and the roll of papyrus that of abstraction thus we get the word mare love in its abstract general and fullest sense this is the hiccow which can command the upper world margaret's face was a glory as she said in a deep low ringing tone oh but it is true how the old wonder-workers guessed it almighty truth then a hot blush swept her face and her eyes fell her father smiled at her lovingly as he resumed the symbolization of the word on the word on the verse is simpler, though the meaning is more abstruse. The first symbol means men, abiding, and the second, ab, the heart,

so that we get abiding of heart, or, in our own language, patience. And this is the hikau to control the lower world. He closed the box, and, motioning us to remain as we were, he went back to his room to replace the job. jewel in the safe. When he had returned and resumed his seat, he went on. That jewel, with its mystic words, and which Queen Terra held under her hand in the sarcophagus, was to be an important factor, probably the most important, in the working out of the act of

her resurrection. From the first I seemed by a sort of instinct to realize this. I kept the jewel within my great safe, whence none could be a moment. extracted, not even Queen Terra herself with her astral body. Her astral body? What is that, father? What does that mean? There was a keenness in Margaret's voice, as she asked the question which surprised me a little, but Trelawney smiled a sort of indulgent parental smile, which came through his grim solemnity like sunshine through a rifted cloud, as he spoke. The astral body, which, which is a part of Buddhist belief, long subsequent to the time I speak of, and which is an accepted

fact of modern mysticism, had its rise in ancient Egypt, at least so far as we know. It is that the gifted individual can, at will, quick as thought itself, transfer his body whithersoever he chooses, by the disillusion and reincarnation of particles. In the ancient belief there were several parts of a very farceive. human being. You may as well know them so that you will understand matters relative to them or dependent on them as they occur. First, there is the ka, or double, which, as Dr. Budge explains, may be defined as an abstract individuality of personality, which was imbued with all the characteristic attributes of the individual it represented, and possessed an absolutely

independent existence. It was free to move from place to place on earth at will, and it could enter into heaven and hold converts with the gods. Then there was the Ba, or soul, which dwelt in the Ka, and had the power of becoming corporeal or incorporeal at will. It had both substance and form. It had power to leave the tomb. It could revisit the body in the tomb. It could revisit the body in the tomb, and could reincarnate it and hold converse with it. Again, there was the coup, the spiritual intelligence, or spirit. It took the form of a shining, luminous, intangible shape of the body. Then again there was the sechim, or power of a man, his strength or vital force personified.

These were the cabit or shadow, the Wren or name, the cot, or physical body, and Ab, the heart, in which life was seated, went to the full making up of a man. Thus you will see that if this division of functions, spiritual and bodily, ethereal and corporeal, ideal and actual, be accepted as exact, there are all the possibilities and capabilities of corporeal transference, guided always by, by an unpresentable will or intelligence. As he paused, I murmured the lines from Shelley's Prometheus unbound.

The Magnus Zoroaster met his own image walking in the garden. Mr. Trelawney was not displeased. Quite so, he said in his quiet way. Shelley had a better conception of ancient beliefs than any of our poets. With a voice changed again, he said, resumed his lecture, for so it was to some of us. There is another belief of the ancient Egyptian which you must bear in mind, that regarding the Ushaptwi figures of Osiris, which were placed with the dead to its work in the underworld. The enlargement of this idea

came to a belief that it was possible to transmit by magical formulae the soul and qualities of any living creature to a figure made in its image. would give a terrible extension of power to one who held the gift of magic. It is from a union of these various beliefs, and their natural corollaries, that I have come to the conclusion that Queen Terra expected to be able to affect her own resurrection, when and where, and how she would. That she may have held before her a definite time from making her effort is not only possible, but likely.

I shall not stop now to explain it, but shall enter upon the subject later on. With a soul with the gods, a spirit which could wander the earth at will, and a power of corporeal transference, or an astral body, there need be no bounds or limits to her ambition. The belief is forced upon us that, for these forty or fifty centuries, she lay dormant in her tomb, waiting, waiting, with that patience which could rule the gods of the underworld, for that love which could command those of the upper world.

Which he may have dreamt, we know not, but her dream must have been broken when the Dutch explorer entered her sculptured cavern, and his follower violated the sacred privacy of her tomb by his rude outrage in the theft of her hand. That theft, with all that followed, prove to us one thing, however, that each part of her body, though separated from the rest,

can be a central point or rallying place for the items or particles of her astral body. That hand in my room could ensure her instantaneous presence in the flesh and its equally rapid disillusion. Now comes the crown of my argument. The purpose of the attack on me was to get the, safe open so that the sacred jewel of seven stars could be extracted that immense door of the safe could not keep out her astral body which or any part of it could gather itself as well within as without the safe and i doubt not that in the darkness of the night that mummied hand sought often the talisman jewel and drew new inspiration from its touch but despite all its power

the astral body could not remove the jewel through the chinks of the safe the ruby is not astral and it could only be moved in the ordinary way by the opening of the doors to this end the queen used her astral body and the fierce force of her familiar to bring to the keyhole of the safe the master key which debarred her wish for years i have suspected nay have believed as much and I too guarded myself against powers of the nether world. I, too, waited in patience till I should have gathered together all the factors required for the opening of the magic coffer and the resurrection of the mummied queen. He paused and his daughter's voice came out sweet and clear and full of intense feeling. Father, in the Egyptian belief, was the power of resurrection of a mummied body, a general one or was it limited that is could it achieve resurrection many times in the course of ages or only once and that one final

there was but one resurrection he answered there were some who believed that this was to be a definite resurrection of the body into the real world but in the common belief the spirit found joy in the elysian fields where there was plenty of food and no fear of fact where there was moisture and deep-rooted reeds and all the joys that are to be expected by the people of an arid land and burning clime then margaret spoke with an earnestness which showed the conviction of her inmost soul to me then it is given to understand what was the dream of this great and far-thinking and high-souled lady of old the dream that held her soul in patient waiting for its very dream that held her soul in patient waiting for its realization through the passing of all those tens of centuries. The dream of a love that might be, a love that she felt she might, even under new conditions, herself evoke. The love that is the dream of every woman's life, of the old and of the new, pagan or Christian, under whatever son, in whatever rank or calling, however may have been the joy or pain of her life in other ways. Oh, I know it! I know it. I am a woman, and I know a woman's heart.

What were the lack of food or the plenitude of it? What were feast or famine to this woman, born in a place with the shadow of the crown of the two Egypt's on her brows? What were reedy morasses, or the tinkle of running water to her, whose barges could sweep the great isle from the mountains to the sea what were petty joys and absence of petty fears to her the raising of whose hand could hurl armies or draw to the water-stairs of her palaces the commerce of the world at whose word rose temples filled with all the artistic beauty of the times of old which it was her aim and pleasure to restore under whose guidance the solid rock yawned into the sepulchre that she designed surely surely such a one had nobler dreams i can feel them in my heart i can see them with my sleeping eyes as she spoke she seemed to be inspired and her eyes had a far-away look as though they saw something beyond mortal sight and then the deep eyes filled up with unshed tears of great emotion. The very soul of the woman seemed to speak in her voice,

whilst we who listened sat entranced. I can see her in her loneliness and in the silence of her mighty pride, dreaming her own dream of things far different from those around her. Of some other land, far, far away under the canopy of the silent night, lit by the cool, beautiful, light of the stars. A land under that northern star, whence blew the sweet winds that cooled the feverish desert air. A land of wholesome greenery, far, far away, where were no scheming and malignant priesthood whose ideas were to lead to power through gloomy temples and more gloomy caverns of the dead through an endless ritual of death. A land where love was not base, but a divine possession of the soul where there might be some one kindred spirit which could speak to hers through mortal lips like her own whose being could merge with hers in a sweet communion of soul to soul even as their breaths could mingle in the ambient air

i know the feeling for i have shared it myself i may speak of it now since the blessing has come into my own life i may speak of it now since the blessing has come into my own life i may speak of it since it enables me to interpret the feelings the very longing soul of that sweet and lovely queen so different from her surroundings so high above her time whose nature put into a word could control the forces of the underworld and the name of whose aspiration though but graven on a starlit jewel could command all the powers in the pantheon of the high gods and in the realization of that dream she will surely be content to rest we men sat silent as the young girl gave her powerful interpretation of the design or purpose of the woman of old her every word and tone carried with it the conviction of her own belief the loftiness of her thoughts seemed to uplift us all as we listened her noble words flowing in musical cadence and vibrant with internal force, seemed to issue from some great instrument of elemental power. Even her tone was new to us all,

so that we listened as to some new and strange being from a new and strange world. Her father's face was full of delight. I knew now its cause. I understood the happiness that had come into his life on his return to the world that he knew from that prolonged sojourn in the world of dreams? To find in his daughter,

whose nature he had never till now known, such a wealth of affection, such a splendor of spiritual insight, such a scholarly imagination, such the rest of his feeling was of hope. The two other men were silent unconsciously. One man had had his dreaming. For the other, his dreams were to come.

For myself, I was like one in a trance. Who was this new, radiant being who had won to existence out of the mist and darkness of our fears? Love has divine possibilities for the lover's heart. The wings of the soul may expand at any time from the shoulders of the loved one, who then may sweep into angel form. I knew that in my Margaret's nature were divine possibilities of many kinds.

When under the shade of the overhanging willow tree on the river, I had gazed into the depths of her beautiful eyes. I had thenceforth a strict belief in the manifold beauties and excellences of her nature. But this soaring and understating spirit was indeed a revelation. My pride, like her father's, was outside myself. My joy and rapture were complete and supreme. When we had all got back to earth again in our various ways, Mr. Trelawney, holding his daughter's hand in his,

went on with his discourse. Now, as to the time at which Queen Terra intended her resurrection to take place, We are in contact with some of the higher astronomical calculations in connection with true orientation. As you know, the stars shift their relative positions in the heavens. But though the real distances traversed are beyond all ordinary comprehension, the effects as we see them are small. Nevertheless, they are susceptible of measurement, not by years, indeed, but by centuries. It was by this means that Sir John Herschel arrived at the date of the building of the Great Pyramid,

a date fixed by the time necessary to change the star of the true north from Draconis to the Pole Star, and since then verified by later discoveries. From the above, there can be no doubt whatever that astronomy was an exact science with the Egyptians at least a thousand years before the time of Queen Terra. Now, the stars that go to make up a constellation change in process of time, their relative positions, and the plow is a notable example. The changes in the position of stars in even 40 centuries is so small as to be hardly noticeable by an eye not trained to minute observances,

but they can be measured and verified. Did you, or any of you, notice how exactly the stars in the ruby correspond to the position of the stars in the plow, or how the same holds with regard to the translucent places in the magic coffer? We all assented. He went on. You are quite correct. They correspond exactly. And yet, when Queen Terra was laid in her tomb, neither the stars in the jewel,

nor the translucent places in the coffer corresponded to the position of the stars in the constellation as they then were we looked at each other as he paused a new light was breaking upon us with a ring of mastery in his voice he went on do you not see the meaning of this does it not throw a light on the intention of the queen she who was guided by augury and magic and superstition, naturally, chose a time for her resurrection which seemed to have been pointed out by the high gods themselves, who had sent their message on a thunderbolt from other worlds. When such a time was fixed by supernal wisdom, would it not be the height of human wisdom to avail itself of it? Thus it is, here his voice deepened and trembled with the intensity of his feeling, that to us and our time is given the opportunity of this wondrous peep into the old world,

such as has been the privilege of none other of our time, which may never be again. From first to last, the cryptic writing and symbolism of that wondrous tomb of that wondrous woman is full of guiding light. And the key of the many mysteries lies in that most wondrous jewel which he held in. her dead hand over the dead heart which she hoped and believed would beat again in a newer and nobler world. There are only loose ends now to consider. Margaret has given us the true inwardness of the feeling of the other queen, he looked at her

fondly and stroked her hand as he said it. For my own part I sincerely hope she is right, for in such case it will be a joy, I am sure, to all of us to assist at such a realization of hope. But we must not go too fast or believe too much in our present state of knowledge. The voice that we hearken for comes out of times strangely other than our own, when human life counted for little

and when the morality of the time made little account of the removing of obstacles in the way to achievement of desire. we must keep our eyes fixed on the scientific side and wait for the developments on the psychic side now as to this stone box which we call the magic coffer as i have said i am convinced that it opens only in obedience to some principle of light or the exercise of some of its forces at present unknown to us there is here much ground for conjecture and for experiment for as yet the scientists have not thoroughly differentiated the kinds and powers and degrees of light without analyzing various rays we may i think take it for granted that there are different qualities and powers of light and this great field of scientific investigation is almost virgin soil we know as yet so little of natural forces that imagination needs set no bounds to its flights in considering the possibilities of the future within but a few years we have made such discoveries as two centuries ago would have sent the discoverers to the flames

the liquefaction of oxygen the existence of radium of helium of polonium of argon the different powers of vrenchine and cathode and becgiral rays and as we may finally prove that there are different kinds and qualities of light so we may find that combustion may have its own powers of differentiation that there are qualities in some flames non-existent in others it may be that some of the essential conditions of substance are continuous even in the destruction of their bases last night i was thinking of this and reasoning that as there are certain qualities in some oils which are not in others so there may be certain similar or corresponding qualities or powers in the combinations of each i suppose we have all noticed some time or other that we have all noticed some time or other that the light of colza oil is not quite the same as that of paraffin or that the flames of coal gas and whale oil are different they find it so on the lighthouses all at once it occurred to me that there might be some special virtue in the oil which had been found in the jars when queen terra's tomb was opened these had not been used to preserve the intestines as usual so they must be used to preserve the intestines as usual so they must have been placed there for some other purpose. I remembered that in Van Hines' narrative he had commented on the way the jars were sealed. This was lightly,

though effectually. They could be opened without force. The jars were themselves preserved in a sarcophagus which, though of immense strength and hermetically sealed, could be opened easily. Accordingly, I went at once to examine the jars. a little a very little of the oil still remained but it had grown thick in the two and a half centuries in which the jars had been open still it was not rancid and on examining it i found it was cedar oil and that it still exhaled something of its original aroma this gave me the idea that it was to be used to fill the lamps whoever had placed the oil in the jars and the jars in the sarcophagus knew that there might be shrinkage in process of time even in vases of alabaster and fully allowed for it for each of the jars would have filled the lamps half a dozen times with part of the oil remaining i made some experiments therefore which may give useful results you know doctor that cedar oil, which was much used in the preparation and ceremonials of the Egyptian dead, has a certain

refractive power which we do not find in other oils. For instance, we use it on the lenses of our microscopes to give additional clearness of vision. Last night I put some in one of the lamps and placed it near a translucent part of the magic coffer. The effect was very great. The glow of of light within was fuller and more intense than i could have imagined where an electric light similarly placed had little if any effect i should have tried others of the seven lamps but that my supply of oil ran out this however is on the road to rectification i have sent for more cedar oil and expect to have before long an ample supply whatever may happen from other causes i have our experiment shall not, at all events, fail from this. We shall see. We shall see.

Dr. Winchester had evidently been following the logical process of the other's mind, for his comment was, I do hope that when the light is effective in opening the box, the mechanism will not be impaired or destroyed. His doubt as to this gave anxious thought to some of us. End of Chapter 15. Recording by Roger Maline. Chapter 16 of the Jewel of Seven Stars.

This Libervox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Roger Maline. The Jewel of Seven Stars by Bram Stoker. Chapter 16, The Cavern. In the evening, Mr. Trelawney took again the whole party into the study. when we were all attention he began to unfold his plans i have come to the conclusion that for the proper carrying out of what we will call our great experiment we must have absolute and complete isolation isolation not merely for a day or two but for as long as we may require here such a thing would be impossible the needs and habits of a great city with its ingrained possibilities of interruption would or might quite upset us telegrams registered letters or express messengers would alone be sufficient but the great army of those who want to get something would make disaster certain

in addition the occurrences of the last week have drawn police attention to this house even if special instructions to keep an eye on it have not been issued from scotland yard or the district station you may be sure that the individual police-mobile on his rounds will keep it well under observation. Besides, the servants who have discharged themselves will before long begin to talk. They must, for they have, for the sake of their own characters, to give some reason for the termination of a service, which has, I should say, a position in the neighborhood. The servants of the neighbors will begin to talk, and perhaps the neighbors themselves.

Then the active and intelligent press, will, with its usual zeal for the enlightenment of the public, and its eye to increase of circulation, get hold of the matter. When the reporter is after us, we shall not have much chance of privacy. Even if we were to bar ourselves in, we should not be free from interruption, possibly from intrusion. Either would ruin our plans, and so we must take measures to effect a retreat, carrying all our impedimenta with us. For this I am prepared.

For a long time past I have foreseen such a possibility and have made preparation for it. Of course I had no foreknowledge of what has happened, but I knew something would, or might, happen. For more than two years past, my house in Cornwall has been made ready to receive all the curios which are preserved here. When Corbic went off on his search for the lamps,

I had the old house at Kielan made ready. It is fitted with electric light all over, and all the appliances for manufacture of the light are complete. I had perhaps better tell you, for none of you, not even Margaret, knows anything of it, that the house is absolutely shut out from public access, or even from view. It stands on a little rocky promontory

behind a steep hill, and except from the sea cannot be seen. Of old it was fenced in by a high stone wall, for the house which it succeeded was built by an ancestor of mine in the days when a great house far away from the center had to be prepared to defend itself. Here, then, is a place so well adapted to our needs that it might have been prepared on purpose.

I shall explain it to you when we are all there. This will not be long, for already our movement is in train. I have sent word to Marvin to have all preparation for our transport ready. He is to have a special train, which is to run at night so as to avoid notice. Also, a number of carts and stone wagons, with sufficient men and appliances to take all our packing cases to Paddington. We shall be away before the Argus-eyed Pressman, on the watch. We shall today begin our packing up, and I dare say that by tomorrow night we shall be ready. In the outhouses I have all the packing cases which were used for bringing the things

from Egypt, and I am satisfied that, as they were sufficient for the journey across the desert and down the Nile to Alexandria, and thence on to London, they will serve without fail between here and Keelian. We four men, with Margaret to hand us such things as we may require, will be able to get the things packed safely, and the carrier's men will take them to the trucks. Today the servants go to Keelian, and Mrs. Grant will make such arrangements as may be required.

She will take a stock of necessaries with her, so that we will not attract local attention by our daily needs, and will keep us supplied with perishable food from London. Thanks to Margaret's wise and generous treatment of the servants who decided to remain, we have got a staff on which we can depend. They have been already caution to secrecy, so that we need not fear gossip from within. Indeed, as the servants will be in London after their preparations at Kielion are complete,

there will not be much subject for gossip, in detail. at any rate. As, however, we should commence the immediate work of packing at once, we will leave over the after-proceedings till later, when we have leisure. Accordingly, we set about our work. Under Mr. Trelawney's guidance, and aided by the servants, we took from the out-house's great packing cases. Some of these were of enormous strength, fortified by many thicknesses of wood and by iron bands and rods with screw ends and nuts we placed them throughout the house each close to the object which it was to contain when this preliminary work had been effected and there had been placed in each room and in the hall great masses of new hay cotton waste and paper the servants were sent away then we set about packing no one not accustomed to packing could have the slightest idea of the amount of work involved in such a task as that in which we were engaged for my own part i had had a vague idea that there were a large number of egyptian objects in mr trolani's house

but until i came to deal with them syriatum i had little idea of either their importance the size of some of them or of their endless number far into the night we worked at times we used all the strength which we could muster on a single object again we worked separately but always under mr trelawney's immediate direction he himself assisted by margaret kept an exact toll of each piece it was only when we sat down utterly wearied to a long delayed supper that we began to realize that a large part of the way work was done. Only a few of the packing cases, however, were closed, for a vast amount of work still remained. We had finished some of the cases, each of which held only one of the great sarcophagi. The cases which held many objects could not be closed till all had been differentiated and packed. I slept that night without movement or without dreams, and on our comparing notes in the morning, I found that each of the others had had the same experience.

By dinner time next evening the whole work was complete, and all was ready for the carriers who were to come at midnight. A little before the appointed time we heard the rumble of carts. Then we were shortly invaded by an army of workmen, who seemed by sheer force of numbers to move without effort, in an endless procession, all our prepared packages. a little over an hour sufficed them and when the carts had rumbled away we all got ready to follow them to paddington sylvia was of course to be taken as one of our party before leaving we went in a body over the house which looked desolate indeed as the servants had all gone to cornwall there had been no attempt at tidying up every room and passage in which we had worked and all the stairways were strewn with paper and waist and marked with dirty feet the last thing which mr trelawney did before coming away was to take from the great safe the ruby with the seven stars as he put it safely into his pocket-book margaret who had all at once seemed to grow deadly tired and stood beside her father pale and rigid suddenly became all aglow as though the sight of the jewel had inspired her

she smiled at her father approvingly as she said you are right father there will not be any more trouble to-night she will not wreck your arrangements for any cause i would stake my life upon it she or something wrecked us in the desert when we had come from the tomb in the valley of the sorcerer was the grim comment of corbeck who was standing by margaret answered him like a flash ah she was then near her tomb from which for thousands of years her body had not been moved she must know that things are different now how must she know asked corbeck keenly if she has that astral body that father spoke of surely she must know how can she fail to with an invisible presence and an intellect that can roam abroad even to the stars and the world's beyond us she paused and her father said solemnly it is on that supposition that we are proceeding we must have the courage of our convictions and act on them to the last margaret took his hand and held it in a dreamy kind of way as we filed out of the house she was holding it still when he locked the hall door and when we moved up the road to the gateway whence we took a cab to paddington when all the goods were loaded at the station the whole of the workmen went on to the train this took also some of the stone wagons used for carrying the cases with the great sarcophagi ordinary carts and plenty of horses were to be found at waterton which was our station for keelian mr trelawney had ordered a sleeping carriage for our party as soon as the train had started we all turned into our cubicles

that night i slept sound there was over me a conviction of security which was absolute and supreme margaret's definite announcement there will not be any trouble to-night seemed to carry assurance with it i did not question it nor did any one else it was only afterwards that i began to think as to how she was so sure the train was a slow one stopping many times and for considerable intervals as mr trelawney did not wish to arrive at westerton before dark there was no need to hurry and arrangements had been made to feed the workmen at certain places on the journey we had our own hamper with us in the private car all that afternoon we talked over the great experiment which seemed to have become a definite entity in our thoughts mr trelawney became more and more enthusiastic as the time wore on hope was with him becoming certainty dr winchester seemed to become imbued with some of his spirit though at times he would throw out some scientific fact which would either make an impasse to the other's line of argument or would come as an arresting shock mr corebeck on the other hand seemed slightly antagonistic to the theory it may have been that whilst the opinions of the others advanced his own stood still but the effect was an attitude which appeared negative if not wholly one of negation as for margaret she seemed to be in some way overcome either it was some new phase of feeling with her or else she was taking the issue more seriously than she had yet yet she was taking the issue more seriously than she had yet yet done. She was generally more or less distraite, as though sunk in a brown study. From this she

would recover herself with a start. This was usually when there occurred some marked episode in the journey, such as stopping at a station, or when the thunderous rumble of crossing a viaduct woke the echoes of the hills or cliffs around us. On each such occasion she would plunge into the conversation, taking such a part in it as to show that whatever had been her abstracted thought, her senses had taken in fully all that had gone on around her. Towards myself, her manner was strange. Sometimes it was marked by a distance, half shy, half haughty, which was new to me. At other times there were moments of passion in look and gesture which almost made me dizzy with delight.

Little, however, of a marked nature transpired during the journey. There was but one episode which had in it any element of alarm, but as we were all asleep at the time, it did not disturb us. We only learned of it from a communicative guard in the morning. Whilst running between Dollish and Tanemouth, the train was stopped by a warning given by someone who moved a torch to and fro right on the very track. The driver had found on pulling up that, just ahead of the train,

a small landslip had taken place, some of the red earth from the high bank having fallen away. It did not, however, reach to the metals, and the driver had resumed his way, none too well pleased at the delay. To use his own words, the guard thought, There was too much ballet caution on this ear line. We arrived at Westerton about nine o'clock in the evening.

Carts and horses were in waiting, and the work of unloading the train began at once. Our own party did not wait to see the work done, as it was in the hands of competent people. We took the carriage which was in waiting, and, through the darkness of the night, sped on to Kielion. We were all impressed by the house, as it appeared in the bright moonlight, a great gray stone mansion of the Jacobian period, vast and spacious, standing high over the sea on the very verge of a high cliff. When we had swept round the curve of the avenue cut through the rock and come out on the high plateau in which the house stood, the crash and murmur of waves breaking against rock

far below us came with an invigorating breath of moist sea air. We understood then in an instant how well we were shut out from the world on that rocky shelf above the sea. Within the house we found all ready. Mrs. Grant and her staff had worked well, and all was bright and fresh and clean. We took a brief survey of the chief rooms and then separated to have a wash and to change our clothes after our long journey of more than four and twenty hours. we had supper in the great dining-room on the south side the walls of which actually hung over the sea the murmur came up muffled but it never ceased as the little promontory stood well out into the sea the northern side of the house was open and the due north was in no way shut out by the great mass of rock which reared high above us shut out the rest of the world

far off across the bay we could see the trembling lights of the castle and here and there along the shore the faint light of a fisher's window for the rest the sea was a dark blue plain with an occasional flicker of light as the gleam of starlight fell on the slope of a swelling wave when supper was over we all adjourned to the room which mr trelawney had set aside as his study his bedroom being close to it as we entered the first thing i noticed was a great safe somewhat similar to that which stood in his room in london when we were in the room mr trelany went over to the table and taking out his pocket book laid it on the table as he did so he pressed down on it with the palm of his hand a strange pallor came over his face with fingers that trembled he opened the book saying as he dressed down on it with the palm of his hand a strange pallor came over his face with fingers that trembled he opened the book saying as he did so. Its bulk does not seem the same. I hope nothing has happened. All three of us men crowded round close.

Margaret alone remained calm. She stood erect and silent, and still as a statue. She had a far-away look in her eyes, as though she did not either know or care what was going on around her. With a despairing gesture, Trelawney threw open the pouch of the pocket, book wherein he had placed the jewel of seven stars. As he sank down in the chair which stood close to him, he said in a hoarse voice,

My God, it is gone. Without it, the great experiment can come to nothing. His words seemed to wake Margaret from her introspective mood. An agonized spasm swept her face, but almost on the instant she was calm. She almost smiled as she said, You may have left it in your room, father. Perhaps it has fallen out of the pocketbook whilst you were changing. Without a word, we all hurried into the next room

through the open door between the study and the bedroom. And then a sudden calm fell on us like a cloud of fear. There, on the table, lay the jewel of seven stars, shining and sparkling with lurid light, as though each of the seven points of each of the seven stars gleamed through blood. Timidly we each look behind us and then at each other. Margaret was now like the rest of us. She had lost her statuesque calm.

All the introspective rigidity had gone from her, and she clasped her hands together till the knuckles were white. Without a word, Mr. Trelawney raised the jewel and hurried with it into the next room. As quietly as he could, he opened the door of the safe with the key fastened to his wrist and placed the jewel within. When the heavy doors were closed and locked,

he seemed to breathe more freely. Somehow this episode, though a disturbing one in many ways, seemed to bring us back to our old cell. since we had left London we had all been overstrained, and this was a sort of relief. Another step in our strange enterprise had been effected. The change back was more marked in Margaret than in any of us. Perhaps it was that she was a woman whilst we were men. Perhaps it was that she was younger than the rest.

Perhaps both reasons were effective, each in its own way. at any rate the change was there and i was happier than i had been through the long journey all her buoyancy her tenderness her deep feeling seemed to shine forth once more now and again as her father's eyes rested on her his face seemed to light up whilst we waited for the carts to arrive mr trelawney took us through the house pointing out and explaining where the objects which we had brought with us was to arrive mr trelawney took us through the house pointing out and explaining where the objects which we had brought with us was were to be placed. In one respect only did he withhold confidence. The positions of all those things which had connection with the great experiment were not indicated. The cases containing them were to be left in the outer hall for the present. By the time we had made the survey, the carts began to arrive, and the stir and bustle of the previous night were renewed. Mr. Trelawney stood in the hall beside the massive ironbound door

and gave instructions as to the placing of each of the great packing cases. Those containing many items were placed in the inner hall where they were to be unpacked. In an incredibly short time, the whole consignment was delivered, and the men departed with a du ser for each, giving through their foreman, which made them effusive in their thanks. Then we all went to our own room,

rooms. There was a strange confidence over us all. I do not think that any one of us had a doubt as to the quiet passing of the remainder of the night. The faith was justified, for on our reassembling in the morning we found that all had slept well and peaceably. During that day, all the curios, except those required for the great experiment, were put into the places designed for them. then it was arranged that all the servants should go back with Mrs. Grant to London on the next morning. When they had all gone, Mr. Trelawney, having seen the doors locked, took us into the study. "'Now,' said he when we were seated, "'I have a secret to impart, but according to an old promise which does not leave me free,

I must ask you each to give me a solemn promise not to reveal it. it. For three hundred years at least, such a promise has been exacted from everyone to whom it was told, and more than once life and safety were secured through loyal observance of the promise. Even as it is, I am breaking the letter, if not the spirit of the tradition, for I should only tell it to the immediate members of my family. We all gave the promise required. Then he went on. there is a secret place in this house a cave natural originally but finished by labor underneath this house i will not undertake to say that it has always been used according to the law

during the bloody assize more than a few cornishmen found refuge in it and later and earlier it formed i have no doubt whatever a useful place for storing contraband goods trepole and pen i suppose you know have always been smugglers and their relations and friends and neighbors have not held back from the enterprise for all such reasons a safe hiding place was always considered a valuable possession and as the heads of our house have always insisted on preserving the secret i am in honor bound to it later on if all be well i shall of course tell you margaret and you too, Ross, under the conditions that I am bound to make. He rose up, and we all followed him. Leaving us in the outer hall, he went away alone for a few minutes, and returning beckoned us to follow him. In the inside hall we found a whole section of an outstanding angle moved away,

and from the cavity saw a great hole dimly dark, and the beginning of a rough staircase cut in the rock. as it was not pitch dark there was manifestly some means of lighting it naturally so without pause we followed our host as he descended after some forty or fifty steps cut in a winding passage we came to a great cave whose further end tapered away into blackness it was a huge place dimly lit by a few irregular slits of eccentric shape manifestly these were faults in the rock which could readily allow the windows to be disguised close to each of them was a hanging shutter which could be easily swung across by means of a dangling rope the sound of the ceaseless beat of the waves came up muffled from far below mr trelawney at once began to speak this is the spot which i have chosen as the best i know for the scene of our great expert in a hundred different ways it fulfills the conditions which i am led to believe are primary with regard to success here we are and shall be as isolated as queen terra herself would have been in her rocky tomb in the valley of the sorcerer and still in a rocky cavern for good or ill we must here stand by our chances and abide by results if we are successful we shall be able to let in on the world of modern science such a flood of light from the old world as will change every condition of thought and experiment and practice

if we fail then even the knowledge of our attempt will die with us for this and all else which may come i believe we are prepared he paused no one spoke but we all bowed our heads gravely in acquiescence he resumed but with a certain hesitancy it is not yet too late if any of you have a doubt or misgiving for god speak it now whoever it may be can go thence without let or hindrance the rest of us can go on our way alone again he paused and looked keenly at us in turn we looked at each other but no one quailed for my own part if i had had any doubt as to going on the look on margaret's face would have reassured me it was fearless it was intense it was full of a divine calm mr trelawney took a long breath and in a more cheerful as well as in a more decided tone, went on. As we are all of one mind, the sooner we get the necessary matters in train, the better.

Let me tell you that this place, like all the rest of the house, can be lit with electricity. We could not join the wires to the mains, lest our secret should become known, but I have a cable here which we can attach in the hall and complete the circuit. As he was speaking, he began to ascend, the steps. From close to the entrance he took the end of a cable. This he drew forward and attached to a switch in the wall.

Then, turning on a tap, he flooded the whole vault and staircase below with light. I could now see from the volume of light streaming up into the hallway that the hole beside the staircase went direct into the cave. Above it was a pulley and a mass of stone. strong tackle with multiplying blocks of the Smeaton order. Mr. Trelawney, seeing me looking at this, said, correctly interpreting my thoughts, Yes, it is new. I hung it there myself on purpose. I knew we should have to lower great weights, and as I did not wish to take too many into my confidence, I arranged a tackle which I could work alone if necessary. We set to work at once.

and before nightfall had lowered unhooked and placed in the positions designated for each by trelawney all the great sarcophagi and all the curios and other matters which we had taken with us it was a strange and weird proceeding the placing of those wonderful monuments of a bygone age in that green cavern which represented in its cutting and purpose in up-to-date mechanism and electric lights both the old world and the new but as time went on i grew more and more to recognize the wisdom and correctness of mr trelawney's choice i was much disturbed when sylvio who had been brought into the cave in the arms of his mistress and who was lying asleep on my coat which i had taken off sprang up when the cat mummy had been unpacked and flew at it with the same ferocity which he had previously exhibited the incident showed marquhart in a new phase and one which gave my heart a pang she had been standing quite still at one side of the cave leaning on a sarcophagus in one of those fits of abstraction which had of late come upon her but on hearing the sound and seeing sylvia's violent onslaught she seemed to fall into a positive fury of passion her eyes blazed and her mouth took a hard cruel tension which was new to me instinctively she stepped toward sylvia as if to interfere in the attack but i too had stepped forward and as she caught my eye a strange spasm came upon her and she stopped its intensity made me hold my breath and i put up my hand to clear my eyes when i had done this she had on the instant recovered her calm and there was a look of brief wonder on her face

with all her old grace and sweetness she swept over and lifted sylvia just as she had done on former occasions and held him in her arms petting him and treating him as though he were a little child who had erred as i looked a strange fear came over me the margaret that i knew seemed to be changing and in my inmost heart i prayed that the disturbing cause might soon come to an end more than ever i longed at that moment that our terrible experiment should come to a prosperous termination when all had been arranged in the room as mr trelawney wished he turned to us one after another till he had concentrated the intelligence of us all upon him then he said all is now ready in this place we must only wait the proper time to begin we were silent for a while Dr. Winchester was the first to speak. What is the proper time? Have you any approximation, even if you are not satisfied as to the exact day?

He answered it once, After the most anxious thought I have fixed on July 31st. May I ask why that date? He spoke his answer slowly. Queen Terror was ruled in great degree by mysticism. and there are so many evidences that she looked for resurrection that naturally she would choose a period ruled over by a god specialized to such a purpose now the fourth month of the season of inundation was ruled by haemachis this being the name for ra the sun god at his rising in the morning and therefore typifying the awakening or arising this arising is manifestly to physical life since it is of the mid-world of human daily life now as this month begins on our twenty-fifth july the seventh day would be july thirty first

for you may be sure that the mystic queen would not have chosen any day but the seventh or some power of seven i dare say that some of you have wondered why our preparations have been so deliberately undertaken taken. This is why. We must be ready in every possible way when the time comes, but there was no use in having to wait round for a needless number of days. And so we waited only for the 31st of July, the next day but one, when the great experiment would be made. End of Chapter 16. Recording by Roger Maline. of the jewel of seven stars this livervox recording is in the public domain recording by roger maline the jewel of seven stars by bram stoker chapter seventeen doubts and fears we learn of great things by little experiences the history of ages is but an indefinite repetition of the history of ours the record of a soul is but a multiple of the story of a moment the recording angel writes in the great book in no rainbow tints his pen is dipped in no colors but light and darkness

for the eye of infinite wisdom there is no need of shading all things all thoughts all emotions all experiences all doubts and hopes and fears all intentions all intentions all wishes seen down to the lower strata of their concrete and multitudinous elements are finally resolved into direct opposites did any human being wish for the epitome of a life wherein were gathered and grouped all the experiences that a child of adam could have the history fully and frankly written of my own mind during the next forty-eight hours would afford him all that could be wanted and the recorder could have wrought as usual in sunlight and shadow which may be taken to represent the final expressions of heaven and hell for in the highest heaven is faith and doubt hangs over the yawning blackness of hell there were of course times of sunshine in those two days moments when in the realization of margaret's sweetness and her love for me all doubts were dissipated like morning mist before the sun but the balance of the time and an overwhelming balance it was gloom hung over me like a pall the hour in whose coming i had acquiesced was approaching so quickly and was already so near that the sense of finality was bearing upon me the issue was perhaps life or death to any of us but for this we were all prepared margaret and i were one as to the risk the question of the moral aspect of the case which involved the religious belief in which i had been reared was not one to trouble me for the issues and the causes that lay behind them were not within my power even to comprehend

the doubt of the success of the great experiment was such a doubt as exists in all enterprises which have great possibilities to me whose life was passed in a series of intellectual struggles this form of doubt was a stimulus rather than a deterrent. What then was it that made for me a trouble, which became an anguish, when my thoughts dwelt long on it? I was beginning to doubt Margaret. What it was that I doubted, I knew not. It was not her love, or her honour, or her truth, or her kindness, or her zeal. What then was it?

It was herself. Margaret was changing. At times during the past few days I had hardly known her as the same girl whom I had met at the picnic and whose vigils I had shared in the sick room of her father. Then, even in her moments of greatest sorrow or fright or anxiety, she was all life and thought and keenness. Now she was generally distraite, and at times in a sort of negative condition, as though her mind, her very being was not present at such moments she would have full possession of observation and memory she would know and remember all that was going on and had gone on around her but her coming back to her old self had to me something the sensation of a new person coming into the room up to the time of leaving london i had been content whenever she was present i had over me that delicious sense of secure which comes with the consciousness that love is mutual. But now doubt had taken its place.

I never knew whether the personality present was my Margaret, the old Margaret whom I had loved at the first glance, or the other new Margaret, whom I hardly understood, and whose intellectual aloofness made an impalpable barrier between us. Sometimes she would become, as it were, awake all at once. At such times, though she would say to me sweet and pleasant things which she had often said before, she would seem most unlike herself. It was almost as if she was speaking parrot-like, or at dictation of one who could read words or acts,

but not thoughts. After one or two experiences of this kind, my own doubting began to make a barrier, for I could not speak with the ease and freedom which were usually. to me. And so, hour by hour, we drifted apart. Were it not for the few odd moments when the old Margaret was back with me, full of her charm, I do not know what would have happened. As it was, each such moment gave me a fresh start and kept my love from changing. I would have given the world for a confidant, but this was impossible. How could I speak a doubt of Margaret to any one? one, even her father. How could I speak a doubt to Margaret, when Margaret herself was the theme?

I could only endure and hope, and of the two the endurance was the lesser pain. I think that Margaret must have, at times, felt that there was some cloud between us, for towards the end of the first day she began to shun me a little, or perhaps it was that she had become more diffident than usual about me. hitherto she had sought every opportunity of being with me just as i had tried to be with her so that now any avoidance one or the other made a new pain to us both on this day the household seemed very still each one of us was about his own work or occupied with his own thoughts we only met at meal times and then though we talked all seemed more or less preoccupied There was not in the house even the stir of the routine of service. The precaution of Mr. Trelawney in having three rooms prepared for each of us

had rendered servants unnecessary. The dining room was solidly prepared with cooked provisions for several days. Towards evening I went out by myself for a stroll. I had looked for Margaret to ask her to come with me, but when I found her, she was in one of her apathletes. moods, and the charm of her presence seemed lost to me. Angry with myself, but unable to quell my own spirit of discontent, I went out alone over the rocky headland.

On the cliff, with the wide expanse of wonderful sea before me, and no sound but the dash of waves below and the harsh screams of the seagulls above, my thoughts ran free. Do what I would, they returned continuously to one subject, the solving of the doubt that was upon me. Here in the solitude, amid the wide circle of nature's force and strife, my mind began to work truly. Unconsciously, I found myself asking a question

which I would not allow myself to answer. At last, the persistence of a mind working truly prevailed. i found myself face to face with my doubt the habit of my life began to assert itself and i analyzed the evidence before me it was so startling that i had to force myself into obedience to logical effort my starting-place was this margaret was changed in what way and by what means was it her character or her mind or her nature for her physical appearance remained the same i began to group all that i had ever heard of her beginning at her birth it was strange at the very first she had been according to corbeck's statement born of a dead mother during the time that her father and his friend were in a trance in the tomb at aswan that trance was presumably affected by a woman a woman mummied yet preserving as we had every reason to believe from after experience an astral body subject to a free will and an active intelligence with that astral body space ceased to exist. The vast distance between London and Aswan became as not, and whatever power of

necromancy the sorceress had might have been exercised over the dead mother, and possibly the dead child. The dead child? Was it possible that the child was dead and was made alive again? Whence then came the animating spirit, the soul? Logic was pointing the way to me now with a vengeance. If the Egyptian belief was true for Egyptians, then the ka of the dead queen and her coup could animate what she might choose. In such case, Margaret would not be an individual at all, but simply a phase of Queen Terra herself, an astral body obedient to her will. Here I revolted against logic. Every fiber of my being resented such a conclusion. How could I believe that there was no Margaret at all, but just an animated image

used by the double of a woman of forty centuries ago to its own ends? Somehow the outlook was brighter to me now, despite the new doubts. At least I had Margaret. Back swung the logical pendulum again. The child then was not dead. If so, had the sorceress had anything to do with her birth at all? It was evident, so I took it again from Corbeck, that there was a strange likeness between Margaret and the pictures of Queen Terra. How could this be? It could not be any birthmark reproducing what had been in the mother's mind, for Mrs. Trelawney had never seen the pictures. Nay, even her father had not seen them till he had found his way into the tomb only a few days before her birth. This phase I could not get rid of so easily as the last. The fibers of my

being remained quiet. There remained to me the horror of doubt. And even then, so strange as the mind of man, doubt itself took a concrete image, a vast and impenetrable gloom, through which flickered irregularly and spasmodically tiny points of evanescent light which seemed to quicken the darkness into a positive existence. The remaining possibility of relations between Margaret and the mummied queen was that in some occult way the sorceress had power to change places with the other. This view of things could not be so lightly thrown aside. There were too many suspicious circumstances to warrant this,

now that my attention was fixed on it, and my intelligence recognized the possibility. hereupon there began to come into my mind all the strange incomprehensible matters which had whirled through our lives in the last few days at first they all crowded in upon me in a jumbled mass but again the habit of mind of my working life prevailed and they took order i found it now easier to control myself for there was something to grasp some work to be done though it was of a sorrow kind for it was or might be antagonistic to Margaret but Margaret was herself at stake I was thinking of her and fighting for her and yet if I were to work in the dark I might be even harmful to her my first weapon in her defense was truth I must know and understand I might then be able to act certainly I could not act beneficently without a just-conce and recognition of the facts.

Arranged in order, these were as follows. Firstly, the strange likeness of Queen Terra to Margaret, who had been born in another country a thousand miles away, where her mother could not possibly have had even a passing knowledge of her appearance. Secondly, the disappearance of Van Hines' book when I had read up to the description of the star Ruby. thirdly the finding of the lamps in the boudoir terra with her astral body could have unlocked the door of corbeck's room in the hotel and have locked it again after her exit with the lamps she could in the same way have opened the window and put the lamps in the boudoir it need not have been that margaret in her own person should have had any hand in this but-but it was at least strange

fourthly here the suspicions of the detective and the doctor came back to me with renewed force and with a larger understanding fifthly there were the occasions in which margaret foretold with accuracy the coming occasions of quietude as though she had some conviction or knowledge of the intentions of the astral-bodied queen sixthly there was her suggestion of the finding of the ruby which her father had lost as i thought now afresh over this episode in the light of suspicion in which her own powers were involved the only conclusion i could come to was always supposing that the theory of the queen's astral power was correct that queen terra being anxious that all should go well in the movement from london to keelian had in her own way taken the jewel from mr trelawney's pocket-book finding it of some use in her supernatural guardianship of the journey then in some mysterious way she had through margaret made the suggestion of its loss and finding seventhly and lastly was the strange dual existence which margaret seemed of late to be leading and which in some way seemed a consequence or corollary of all that had gone before the dual existence this was indeed the conclusion which overcame all difficulties and reconciled opposites if indeed margaret were not in all ways a free agent but could be compelled to speak or act as she might be instructed, or if her whole being could be changed for another,

without the possibility of anyone noticing the doing of it, then all things were possible. All would depend on the spirit of the individuality by which she could be so compelled. If this individuality were just and kind and clean, all might be well. But if not—' the thought was too awful for words i ground my teeth with futile rage as the ideas of horrible possibilities swept through me up to this morning margaret's lapses into her new self had been few and hardly noticeable save when once or twice her attitude towards myself had been marked by a bearing strange to me But today the contrary was the case, and the change presaged badly. It might be that that other individuality was of the lower, not the better sort.

Now that I thought of it, I had reason to fear. In the history of the mummy, from the time of Van Hines breaking into the tomb, the record of deaths that we knew of, presumably affected by her will and agency, was a startling one. the arab who had stolen the hand from the mummy and the one who had taken it from his body the arab chief who had tried to steal the jewel from van heine and whose throat bore the marks of seven fingers the two men found dead on the first night of trillani's taking away the sarcophagus and the three on the return to the tomb the arab who had opened the secret nine dead men one of them slain manifestly by the queen's own hand and beyond this again the several savage attacks on mr trelawney in his own room in which aided by her familiar she had tried to open the safe and to extract the talisman jewel his device of fastening the key to his wrist by a steel bangle though successful in the end had well-nigh cost him his life

if then the queen intent on her resurrection under her own conditions had so to speak waded to it through blood what might she not do were her purpose thwarted what terrible step might she not take to affect her wishes nay what were her wishes what was her ultimate purpose as yet we had had only margaret's statement of them given in all the glorious enthusiasm of her lofty soul in her record there was no expression of love to be sought or found all we knew for certain was that she had set before her the object of resurrection and that in it the north which she had manifestly loved was to have a special part. But that the resurrection was to be accomplished in the lonely tomb in the valley of the sorcerer was apparent. All preparations had been carefully made for accomplishment from within and for her ultimate exit in her new and living form.

The sarcophagus was unlitted. The oil jars, though hermetically sealed, were to be easily opened by hand, and in them provision was made for shrinkage through a vast period of time even flint and steel were provided for the production of flame the mummy pit was left open in violation of usage and beside the stone door on the cliff-side was fixed an imperishable chain by which she might in safety descend to earth but as to what her after intentions were we had no clue if it was that she meant to begin life again as a humble individual there was something so noble in the thought that it even warmed my heart to her and turned my wishes to her success the very idea seemed to endorse margaret's magnificent tribute to her purpose and help to calm my troubled spirit then and there with this feeling strong upon me i determined to warn margaret and her father of dire possible and to await as well content as I could in my ignorance the development of things over which I had no power I returned to the house in a different frame of mind to that in which I had left it and was enchanted to find Margaret the old Margaret waiting for me

after dinner when i was alone for a time with the father and daughter i opened the subject though with considerable hesitation would it not be well to take every possible precaution in case the queen may not wish what we are doing with regard to what may occur before the experiment and at or after her waking if it comes off margaret's answer came back quickly so quickly that i was convinced she must have had it ready for someone but she does approve surely it cannot be otherwise father is doing with all his brains and all his energy and all his great courage just exactly what the great queen had arranged but i answered that could not be otherwise but i answered that can hardly be. All that she arranged was in a tomb, high up in a rock, in a desert solitude, shut away from the world by every conceivable means. She seems to have depended on this isolation to ensure against accident. Surely, here in another country and age, with quite different conditions, she may in her anxiety make mistakes and treat any of you, of us, as she did those others in times gone past.

Nine men that we know of have been slain by her own hand, or by her instigation. She can be remorseless if she will. It did not strike me till afterwards when I was thinking over this conversation, how thoroughly I had accepted the living and conscious condition of Queen Terra as a fact. Before I spoke, I had feared I might offend Mr. Trelawney, but to my pleasant surprise he smiled quite genially as he answered me. My dear fellow, in a way you are quite right.

The queen did undoubtedly intend isolation, and, all told, it would be best that her experiment should be made as she arranged it. But just think, that became impossible when, once the Dutch explorer had broken into her tomb. That was not my doing. I am innocent of it, though it was the cause of my setting out to rediscover the sepulchre. Mine, I do not say for a moment that I would not have done just the same as Van Hine. I went into the tomb from curiosity, and I took away what I did,

being fired with the zeal of acquisitiveness which animates the collector. But remember also that at this time I did not know of the queen's intention of resurrection. I had no idea of the completeness of her preparations. All that came long afterwards. But when it did come, I have done all that I could to carry out her wishes to the full. My only fear is that I may have misinterpreted some of her cryptic instructions,

or have omitted or overlooked something. But of this I am certain. I have left undone nothing that I can imagine right to be done. and I have done nothing that I know of to clash with Queen Terra's arrangement. I want her great experiment to succeed. To this end I have not spared labor or time or money or myself. I have endured hardship and brave danger. All my brains, all my knowledge and learning such as they are,

all my endeavors such as they can be, have been, are, and, and shall be devoted to this end, till we either win or lose the great stake that we play for. The great stake, I repeated, the resurrection of the woman and the woman's life, the proof that resurrection can be accomplished, by magical powers, by scientific knowledge, or by use of some force which at present the world does not know?

Then Mr. Trelawney spoke out the hopes of his heart, which up to now he had indicated rather than expressed. Once or twice I had heard Corbeck speak of the fiery energy of his youth, but save for the noble words of Margaret when she had spoken of Queen Terra's hope, which, coming from his daughter, made possible a belief that her power was in some sense due to heredity, I had seen no marked sign of it. But now his words, sweeping before them like a torrent all antennas, antagonistic thought gave me a new idea of the man.

A woman's life. What is a woman's life in the scale with what we hope for? Why, we are risking already a woman's life, the dearest life to me in all the world, and that grows more dear with every hour that passes. We are risking as well the lives of four men, yours and my own, as well as those two others who have been one to our confidence.

the proof that resurrection can be accomplished that is much a marvellous thing in this age of science and the scepticism that knowledge makes but life and resurrection are themselves but items in what may be won by the accomplishment of this great experiment imagine what it will be for the world of thought the true world of human progress the veritable road to the stars the i turad astra of the ancients if there can come back to us out of the unknown past one who can yield to us the lore stored in the great library of alexandria and lost in its consuming flames not only history can be set right and the teachings of science made veritable from their beginnings but we can be placed on the road to the knowledge of lost arts lost learning lost sciences so that our feet may tread on the indicated path to their ultimate and complete restoration. Why, this woman can tell us what the world was like before what is called the flood, can give us the origin of that vast astounding myth, can set the mind back to the consideration of things which to us now seem primeval, but which were old stories before the days of the

patriarchs. But this is not the end. No, not. even the beginning. If the story of this woman be all that we think, which some of us most firmly believe, if her powers and the restoration of them prove to be what we expect, why, then we may yet achieve a knowledge beyond what our age has ever known, beyond what is believed today possible for the children of men. If indeed this resurrection can be accomplished, how can we doubt the old knowledge, the old magic, the old belief. And if this be so, we must take it that the caw of this great and learned queen has won secrets of more than mortal worth from her surroundings amongst the stars. This woman in her life voluntarily went down living to the grave, and came

back again as we learn from the records in her tomb. She chose to die her mortal death whilst young, so that as her resurrection in another age, beyond a trance of countless magnitude, she might emerge from her tomb in all the fullness and splendor of her youth and power. Already we have evidence that, though her body slept in patience through those many centuries, her intelligence never passed away, that her resolution never flagged, that her will remained supreme, and, more than more than, more than, most important of all, that her memory was unimpaired. Oh, what possibilities are there in the coming of such a being into our midst?

One whose history began before the concrete teaching of our Bible, whose experiences were antecedent to the formulation of the gods of Greece, who can link together the old and the new, earth and heaven, and yield to the known worlds of thought and physical examples, the mystery of the unknown, of the old world in its youth, and of worlds beyond our ken. He paused, almost overcome. Margaret had taken his hand when he spoke of her being so dear to him, and held it hard. As he spoke she continued to hold it.

But there came over her face that change which I had so often seen of late, that mysterious veiling of her own personality, which gave me the subtle sense of separation from her. In his impassioned vehemence her father did not notice, but when he stopped she seemed all at once to be herself again. In her glorious eyes came the added brightness of unshed tears, and with a gesture of passionate love and admiration, she stooped and kissed her father's hand.

Then, turning to me, she too spoke. malcolm you have spoken of the deaths that came from the poor queen or rather that justly came from meddling with her arrangements and thwarting her purpose do you not think that in putting it as you have done you have been unjust who would not have done just as she did remember she was fighting for her life i and for more than her life for life and love and all the glorious possibilities of that dim future in the unknown world of the north which had such enchanting hopes for her do you not think that she with all the learning of her time and with all the great and resistless force of her mighty nature had hopes of spreading in a wider way the lofty aspirations of her soul that she hoped to bring to the conquering of unknown worlds and using to the advantage of her people all that she had won from a sleep and death and time all of which might and could have been frustrated by the ruthless hand of an assassin or a thief were it you in such case would you not struggle by all means to achieve the object of your life and hope whose possibilities grew and grew in the passing of those endless years can you think that that active brain was at rest during all those weary centuries whilst her free soul was flitting from world to world amongst the boundless regions of the stars had these stars in their myriad and varied life no lesson

for her, as they have had for us since we follow the glorious path which she and her people marked for us, when they sent their winged imaginations circling amongst the lamps of the night? Here she paused. She too was overcome, and the welling tears ran down her cheeks. I was myself more moved than I can say. This was indeed my Margaret, and in the consciousness of her presence, my heart leapt. Out of my happiness came boldness, and I dared to say now what I had feared would be impossible, something which would call the attention of Mr. Trelawney to what I imagined was the dual existence of his daughter.

As I took Margaret's hand in mine and kissed it, I said to her father, Why, sir, she couldn't speak more eloquently if the very spirit of Queen Terra was with her to animate her and suggest thoughts mr trelawney's answer simply overwhelmed me with surprise it manifested to me that he too had gone through just such a process of thought as my own and what if it was if it is i know well that the spirit of her mother is within her if in addition there be the spirit of that great and wondrous queen then she would be no less dear to me but doubly dear do not have fear for her malcolm ross at least have no more fear than you may have for the rest of us margaret took up the theme speaking so quickly that her words seemed a continuation of her fathers rather than an interruption of them have no special fear for me malcolm queen terra knows and will offer us no harm i know it i know it as surely as i am lost in the depth of my own love for you there was something in her voice so strange to me that i looked quickly into her eyes they were bright as ever but veiled to my seeing the inward thought behind them as are the eyes of a caged lion Then the two other men came in, and the subject changed.

End of Chapter 17, recording by Roger Malene. Chapter 18 of the Jewel of Seven Stars. This Libervox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Roger Malene. The Jewel of Seven Stars by Bram Stoker. Chapter 18, The Lesson of the Ka. that night we all went to bed early the next night would be an anxious one and mr trelawney thought that we should all be fortified with what sleep we could get the day too would be full of work everything in connection with the great experiment would have to be gone over so that at the last we might not fail from any unthought of flaw in our working

we made of course arrangements for summoning aid in case such should be needed but i do not think that any of us had any real apprehension of danger certainly we had no fear of such danger from violence as we had to guard against in london during mr trelawney's long trance for my own part i felt a strange sense of relief in the matter i had accepted mr trelawney's reasoning that if the queen were indeed such as we surmised such as indeed we now took for granted there would not be any opposition on her part for we were carrying out her own wishes to the very last so far i was at ease far more at ease than earlier in the day i should have thought possible but there were other sources of trouble which i could not blot out from my mind chief amongst them was margaret's strange condition if it was indeed that she had in her own person a dual existence what might happen when the two existences became one again and again and again i turned this matter over in my mind till I could have shrieked out in nervous anxiety. It was no consolation to me to remember that Margaret was herself satisfied and her father acquiescent.

Love is, after all, a selfish thing, and it throws a black shadow on anything between which and the light it stands. I seem to hear the hands go round the dial of the clock. I saw darkness turn to gloom and gloom to gray and gray to light without pause or hindrance to the succession of my miserable feelings. At last, when it was decently possible without the fear of disturbing others, I got up.

I crept along the passage to find if all was well with the others, for we had arranged that the door of each of our rooms should be left slightly open so that any sound of disturbance would be easily and distinctly heard. One and all slept. I could hear the regular breathing of each, and my heart rejoiced that this miserable night of anxiety was safely passed. As I knelt in my own room in a burst of thankful prayer, I knew in the depths of my own heart the measure of my fear.

I found my way out of the house and went down to the water by the long stairway cut in the rock. A swim in the cool, bright sea, braced my nerves and made me my old self again. As I came back to the top of the steps, I could see the bright sunlight rising from behind me, turning the rocks across the bay to glittering gold. And yet I felt somehow disturbed.

It was all too bright, as it sometimes is before the coming of a storm. As I paused to watch it, I felt a soft hand on my shoulder, and turning found Margaret close to me. Margaret as bright and radiant as the morning glory of the sun. It was my own Margaret this time. My old Margaret, without alloy of any other.

And I felt that at least this last and fatal day was well begun. But, alas, the joy did not last. When we got back to the house from a stroll around the cliffs, the same old routine of yesterday was resumed. gloom and anxiety, hope, high spirits, deep depression, and apathetic aloofness. But it was to be a day of work, and we all braced ourselves to it with an energy which wrought its own salvation. After breakfast we all adjourned to the cave, where Mr. Trelawney went over, point by point, the position of each item of our paraphernalia.

He explained as he went on why each piece was so. so placed. He had with him the great rolls of paper with the measured plans and the signs and drawings, which he had had made from his own and Corbeck's rough notes. As he had told us, these contained the whole of the hieroglyphics on walls and ceilings and floor of the tomb in the valley of the sorcerer. Even had not the measurements made to scale, recorded the position of each piece of furniture, we could have eventually placed them by a study of the cryptic writings and symbols. Mr. Trelawney explained to us certain other things, not laid down on the chart, such as, for

instance, that the hollowed part of the table was exactly fitted to the bottom of the magic coffer, which was therefore intended to be placed on it. The respective legs of this table were indicated by differently shaped ureae outlined on the floor, the head of each being extended in the direction of the similar ureus, twined around the leg. Also that the mummy, when laid on the raised portion in the bottom of the sarcophagus, seemingly made to fit the form, would lie head to the west and feet to the east, thus receiving the natural earth currents. If this be intended, he said, as I presume it is,

I gather that the force to be used has something to do with magnetism, or electricity, or both. It may be, of course, that some other force, such, for instance, as that emanating from radium, is to be employed. I have experimented with the latter, but only in such small quantity as I could obtain. But so far as I can ascertain,

the stone of the coffer is absolutely impervious to its influence. There must be some such unsusceptible substances in nature. Radium does not seemingly manifest itself when distributed through pitch-blend, and there are doubtless other such substances in which it can be imprisoned. Possibly these may belong to that class of inert elements, discovered or isolated by Sir William Ramsey. It is therefore possible that in this coffer, made from an aerialite and therefore perhaps containing some element unknown in our world,

may be imprisoned some mighty power which is to be released on its opening. This appeared to be an end of this branch of the subject, but as he still kept the fixed look of one who is engaged in a theme, we all waited in silence. After a pause, he went on, There is one thing which has up to now, I confess, puzzled me. It may not be of prime importance, but in a matter like this, where all is,

unknown, we must take it that everything is important. I cannot think that in a matter worked out with such extraordinary scrupulosity, such a thing should be overlooked. As you may see by the ground plan of the tomb, the sarcophagus stands near the north wall, with the magic coffer to the south of it. The space covered by the former is left quite bare of symbol or ornamentation of any kind. At the first glance, this would seem to imply that the drawings had been made after the sarcophagus had been put into its place. But a more minute examination will show that the symbolization on the floor is so arranged that a definite effect is produced. See, here the writings run in correct order as though they had jumped across the gap. It is only

from certain effects that it becomes clear that there is a meaning of some kind. What that meaning may be is what we want to know. Look at the top and bottom of the vacant space, which lies west and east corresponding to the head and foot of the sarcophagus. In both are duplications of the same symbolization, but so arranged that the parts of each one of them are integral portions of some other writing running cross-walks. It is only when we get a coup d'é from either the head or the foot that you recognize that there are symbolizations.

See, they are in triplicate at the corners and the center of both top and bottom. In every case there is a sun cut in half by the line of the sarcophagus, as by the horizon. Close behind each of these and faced away from it, as though in some way dependent on it, is the vase which in hieroglyphic writing symbolizes the heart. Ab, the Egyptians called it. Beyond each of these again is the figure of a pair of widespread arms turned upwards from the elbow.

This is the determinative of the ka, or double, but its relative position is different at top and bottom. At the head of the sarcophagus, the top of the ca is turned towards the mouth of the vase, but at the foot the extended arms point away from it. The symbolization seems to mean that during the passing of the sun from west to east, from sunset to sunrise, or through the underworld, otherwise night, the heart, which is material even in the tomb and cannot leave it,

simply revolves so that it can always rest on Ra, the sun god, the origin of all good, but that the double, which represents the active principle, goes whither it will, the same by night as by day. If this be correct, it is a warning,

a caution, a reminder that the consciousness of the mummy does not rest, but is to be reckoned with. Or it may be intended to convey that after the particular night of the resurrection, the ca would leave the heart altogether, thus typifying that in her resurrection the queen would be restored to a lower and purely physical existence in such case what would become of her memory and the experiences of her wide wandering soul

the chiefest value of her resurrection would be lost to the world this however does not alarm me it is only guesswork after all and is contradictory to the intellectual belief of the Egyptian theology, that the ka is an essential portion of humanity. He paused and we all waited. The silence was broken by Dr. Winchester. But would not all this imply that the queen feared intrusion of her tomb? Mr. Trelawney smiled, as he answered, My dear sir, she was prepared for it. The grave robber is no modern application of endeavor. he was probably known in the queen's own dynasty.

Not only was she prepared for intrusion, but as shown in several ways, she expected it. The hiding of the lamps in the Sardab, and the institution of the avenging treasurer, shows that there was defense, positive as well as negative. Indeed, from the many indications afforded in the clues laid out with the most consummated thought, we may almost gather that she entertained it as a possibility that others, like ourselves, for instance,

might in all seriousness undertake the work which she had made ready for her own hands when the time should have come. This very matter that I have been speaking of is an instance. The clue is intended for seeing eyes. Again we were silent. It was Margaret who spoke, father may i have that chart i should like to study it during the day certainly my dear answered mr trelawney heartily as he handed it to her he resumed his instructions in a different tone a more matter-of-fact one suitable to a practical theme which had no mystery about it i think you had better all understand the working of the electric light in case any sudden contingency should arise i dare say you have noticed that we have a complete supply in every part of the house so that there need not be a dark corner anywhere this i had specially arranged it is worked by a set of turbines moved by the flowing and ebbing tide after the manner of the turbines at niagara i hope by this means to nullify accident and to have without fail a full supply ready at any time come with me and i will explain the system of circuits and point out to you the taps and the fuses i could not but notice as we went with him all over the house how absolutely complete the system

was, and how he had guarded himself against any disaster that human thought could foresee. But out of the very completeness came a fear. In such an enterprise as ours, the bounds of human thought were but narrow. Beyond it lay the vast of divine wisdom and divine power. When we came back to the cave, Mr. Trelawney took up another theme. We have now to settle definitely the exact hour at which the great experiment is to be made. So far as science and mechanism go, if the preparations are complete, all ours are the same. But as we have had to deal with preparations made by a woman of extraordinarily subtle mind, and who had full belief in magic and had a cryptic meaning in everything,

we should place ourselves in her position before deciding. It is now manifest that the sunset has an important place in the arrangements. As those suns, cut so mathematically by the edge of the sarcophagus, were arranged of full design, we must take our cue from this. Again, we find all along that the number seven has had an important bearing on every phase of the queen's thought and reasoning and action. The logical result is that the seventh hour after sunset was the time fixed on, this is borne out by the fact that on each of the occasions when action was taken in my house this was the time chosen as the sun sets to-night in cornwall at eight our hour is to be three in the morning

he spoke in a matter-of-fact way though with great gravity but there was nothing of mystery in his word or manner still we were all impressed to a remarkable degree I could see this in the other men by the pallor that came on some of their faces, and by the stillness and unquestioning silence with which the decision was received. The only one who remained in any way at ease was Margaret, who had lapsed into one of her moods of abstraction, but who seemed to wake up to a note of gladness. Her father, who was watching her intently, smiled. Her mood was to him a direct confirmation of,

his theory. For myself, I was almost overcome. The definite fixing of the hour seemed like the voice of doom. When I think of it now, I can realize how a condemned man feels at his sentence, or at the sounding of the last hour he used to hear. There could be no going back now. We were in the hands of God. The hands of God. And yet, what other forces were arrayed? what would become of us all poor atoms of earthly dust whirl in the wind which cometh whence and goeth whither no man may know it was not for myself margaret i was recalled by mr trelawney's firm voice now we shall see to the lamps and finish our preparations accordingly we set to work and under his supervision made ready the egyptian lamps seeing that they were well filled with the cedar oil and that the wicks were adjusted and in good order we lighted and tested them one by one and left them ready so that they would light at once and evenly when this was done we had a general look around and fixed all in readiness for for our work at night. All this had taken time, and we were, I think, all surprised when,

as we emerged from the cave, we heard the great clock in the hall chime for. We had a late lunch, a thing possible without trouble in the present state of our commissariat arrangements. After it, by Mr. Trelawney's advice, we separated, each to prepare in our own way for the strain of the coming night. Margaret looked pale and somewhat overwrought, so I advised her to lie down and try to sleep. She promised that she would. The abstraction which had been upon her fitfully all day,

lifted for the time, with all her old sweetness and loving delicacy, she kissed me goodbye for the present. With the sense of happiness which this gave me, I went out for a walk on the cliffs. I did not want to think, and i had an instinctive feeling that fresh air and god's sunlight and the myriad beauties of the works of his hand would be the best preparation of fortitude for what was to come when i got back all the party were assembling for a late tea coming fresh from the exhilaration of nature it struck me as almost comic that we who were nearing the end of so strange almost monstrous an undertaking should be yet bound by the needs and habits of our lives

all the men of the party were grave the time of seclusion even if it had given them rest had also given opportunity for thought margaret was bright almost buoyant but i missed about her something of her usual spontaneity towards myself there was a shadowy air of reserve which brought back something of my suspicion when tea was over she went out of the room but returned in a minute with the roll of drawing which she had taken with her earlier in the day coming close to mr trelawney she said father i have been carefully considering what you said to-day about the hidden meaning of those sons and hearts and cause and i have been examining the drawings again and with what result my child asked mr trelawney eagerly there is another reading possible and that his voice was now tremulous with anxiety margaret spoke with a strange ring in her voice a ring that cannot be unless there is the consciousness of truth behind it. It means that at the sunset the ka is to enter the ob, and it is only at the sunrise that it will leave it.

Go on, said her father, hoarsely. It means that for this night the queen's double, which is otherwise free, will remain in her heart, which is mortal and cannot leave its prison place in the mummy shrouding. it means that when the sun has dropped into the sea queen terror will cease to exist as a conscious power till sunrise unless the great experiment can recall her to waking life it means that there will be nothing whatever for you or others to fear from her in such way as we have all caused to remember whatever change may come from the working of the great experiment there can come none from the poor helpless, dead woman who has waited all those centuries for this night, who has given up to the coming hour all the freedom of eternity, one in the old way, in hope of a new life, in a new world

such as she longed for. She stopped suddenly. As she had gone on speaking, there had come with her words a strange, pathetic, almost pleading tone which touched me to the quick. As she stopped, I could see, before she turned away her head, that her eyes were full of tears. For once the heart of her father did not respond to her feeling. He looked exultant, but with a grim masterfulness which reminded me of the set look of his stern face as he had lain in the trance. He did not offer any consolation to his daughter in her sympathetic pain. He only said, we may test the accuracy of your surmise and of her feeling when the time comes. Having said so, he went up the stone stairway and into his own room.

Margaret's face had a troubled look as she gazed after him. Strangely enough, her trouble did not, as usual, touch me to the quick. When Mr. Trelawney had gone, silence reigned. I do not think that any of us. wanted to talk. Presently, Margaret went to her room, and I went out on the terrace over the sea. The fresh air and the beauty of all before

helped to restore the good spirits which I had known earlier in the day. Presently, I felt myself actually rejoicing in the belief that the danger which I had feared from the Queen's violence on the coming night was obviated. I believed in Margaret's belief so thoroughly that it did not occur to me to dispute her reasoning.

In a lofty frame of mind, and with less anxiety than I had felt for days, I went to my room and lay down on the sofa. I was awaked by Corbeck calling to me hurriedly, "'Come down to the cave as quickly as he can. Mr. Trelawney wants to see us all there at once. Hurry!' I jumped up and ran down to the cave.

All were there, except, Margaret, who came immediately after me, carrying Silvio in her arms. When the cat saw his old enemy, he struggled to get down, but Margaret held him fast and soothed him. I looked at my watch. It was close to eight. When Margaret was with us, her father said directly, with a quiet insistence which was new to me, you believe, Margaret, that Queen Terra has voluntarily undertaken to give up her freedom for this night? To become a mummy and nothing more, till the experiment has been completed?

To be content that she shall be powerless under all and any circumstances until after all is over, and the act of resurrection has been accomplished, or the effort has failed? After a pause, Margaret answered in a low voice, yes in the pause her whole being appearance expression voice manner had changed even sylvia noticed it and with a violent effort wriggled away from her arms she did not seem to notice the act i expected that the cat when he had achieved his freedom would have attacked the mummy but on this occasion he did not he seemed too cowed to approach it he shrunk away and with a piteous meow came over and rubbed himself against my ankles i took him up in my arms and he nestled there content mr trelawney spoke again you are sure of what you say you believe it with all your soul margaret's face had lost the abstracted look it now seemed illuminated with the devotion of one to whom is given to speak of great things She answered in a voice which, though quiet, vibrated with conviction.

I know it. My knowledge is beyond belief. Mr. Trelawney spoke again. Then you are so sure that were you Queen Tera herself, you would be willing to prove it in any way that I might suggest? Yes, anyway, the answer rang out fearlessly. he spoke again in a voice in which was no note of doubt even in the abandonment of your familiar to death to annihilation she paused and i could see that she suffered suffered horribly there was in her eyes a hunted look which no man can unmoved see in the eyes of his beloved i was about to interrupt when her father's eyes glancing round with a fear determination met mine i stood silent almost spellbound so also the other men something was going on

before us which we did not understand with a few long strides mr. Trelawney went to the west side of the cave and tore back the shutter which obscured the window the cool air blew in and the sunlight streamed over them both for Margaret was now by his side. He pointed to where the sun was sinking into the sea in a halo of golden fire, and his face was as set as flint. In a voice whose absolute uncompromising hardness I shall hear in my ears at times till my dying day, he said, "'Choose! Speak! When the sun has dipped below the see it will be too late. The glory of the dying sun seemed to light up Margaret's face,

till it shone as if lit from within by a noble light, as she answered, Even that! Then, stepping over to where the mummy cat stood on the little table, she placed her hand on it. She had now left the sunlight, and the shadows looked dark and deep over her. In a clear voice, she said, were I terror I would say take all I have this night is for the gods alone as she spoke the sun dipped and the cold shadow suddenly fell on us we all stood still for a while sylvia jumped from my arms and ran over to his mistress rearing himself up against her dress as if asking to be lifted he took no notice what

of the mummy now. Margaret was glorious with all her wanted sweetness, as she said sadly. The sun is down, father. Shall any of us see it again? The night of nights is come. End of Chapter 18.

Recording by Roger Maline. Chapter 19 of the Jewel of Seven Stars. This Libervox recording is in the public domain. according by Roger Maline. The Jewel of Seven Stars by Bram Stoker. Chapter 19, The Great Experiment If any evidence had been wanted of how absolutely one and all of us had come to believe in the spiritual existence of the Egyptian queen,

it would have been found in the change which in a few minutes had been affected in us by the statement of voluntary negation made, we all believed, through Margaret. despite the coming of the fearful ordeal the sense of which it was impossible to forget we looked and acted as though a great relief had come to us we had indeed lived in such a state of terrorism during the days when mr trelawney was lying in a trance that the feeling had bitten deeply into us no one knows till he has experienced it what it is to be in constant dread of some unknown danger which may come at any time and in any form form. The change was manifested in different ways, according to each nature. Margaret was sad. Dr. Winchester was in high spirits and keenly observant. The process of thought which had served as an antidote to fear, being now relieved from this duty, added to his intellectual enthusiasm.

Mr. Corbeck seemed to be in a retrospective rather than a speculative mood. I was myself rather inclined to be gay. The relief from certain anxiety regarding Margaret was sufficient for me for the time. As to Mr. Trollani, he seemed less changed than any. Perhaps this was only natural, as he had had in his mind the intention for so many years of doing that in which we were tonight engaged, that any event connected with it could only seem to him as an episode, a step to the end. his was that commanding nature which looked so to the end of an undertaking that all else is of secondary importance even now though his terrible sternness relaxed under the relief from the strain

he never flagged nor faltered for a moment in his purpose he asked us men to come with him and going to the hall we presently managed to lower into the cave an oak table fairly long and not too wide which stood against the wall in the hall. This we placed under the strong cluster of electric lights in the middle of the cave. Margaret looked on for a while, then all at once her face blanched, and in an agitated voice, she said, What are you going to do, father?

To unroll the mummy of the cat. Queen Terra will not need her familiar tonight. If she should want him, it might be dangerous to you. us, so we shall make him safe. You are not alarmed, dear? Oh, no, she answered quickly, but I was thinking of my Silvio, and how I should feel if he had been the mummy that was to be unswathed. Mr. Trelawney got knives and scissors ready, and placed the cat on the table. It was a grim beginning to our work, and it made my heart sink

when I thought of what might happen in that lonely house in the mid-gloom of the night. the sense of loneliness and isolation from the world was increased by the moaning of the wind which had now risen ominously and by the beating of waves on the rocks below but we had too grave a task before us to be swayed by external manifestations the unrolling of the mummy began there was an incredible number of bandages and the tearing sound they being stuck fast to each other by bitumen and gum and spices, and the little cloud of red, pungent dust that arose pressed on the senses of all of us. As the last wrappings came away, we saw the animal seated before us. He was all hunkered up, his hair and teeth and claws were complete. The eyes were closed, but the eyelids had not the fierce look which I expected. The whiskers had been pressed down on the side of the face by the bandaging,

but when the pressure was taken away, they stood out, just as they would have done in life. He was a magnificent creature, a tiger cat of great size. But as we looked at him, our first glance of admiration changed to one of fear, and a shudder ran through each one of us, for here was a confirmation of the fears which we had endured. His mouth and his claws were smeared with the dry, red, stains of recent blood. Dr. Winchester was the first to recover. Blood in itself had small disturbing quality for him.

He had taken out his magnifying glass and was examining the stains in the cat's mouth. Mr. Trelawney breathed loudly as though a strain had been taken from him. "'It is as I expected,' he said. "'This promise is well for what is to follow.' by this time dr winchester was looking at the red-stained paws as i expected he said he has seven claws too opening his pocket-book he took out the piece of blotting paper marked by sylvia's claws on which was also marked in pencil a diagram of the cuts made on mr trelawney's wrist he placed the paper under the mummy cat's paw the marks fitted

When we had carefully examined the cat, finding, however, nothing strange about it but its wonderful preservation, Mr. Trelawney lifted it from the table. Margaret started forward, crying out, "'Take care, father! Take care! He may injure you!' "'Not now, my dear,' he answered as he moved towards the stairway. Her face fell. "'Where are you going?' she asked. in a faint voice. To the kitchen, he answered.

Fire will take away all danger for the future. Even an astral body cannot materialize from ashes. He signed to us to follow him. Margaret turned away with a sob. I went to her, but she motioned me back and whispered, No, no, go with the others. Father may want you. Oh, it seems like.

murder! The poor queen's pet! The tears were dropping from under the fingers that covered her eyes. In the kitchen was a fire of wood ready laid. To this Mr. Trelawney applied a match. In a few seconds the kindling had caught and the flames leaped. When the fire was solidly ablaze, he threw the body of the cat into it. For a few seconds it lay a dark mass amidst the flames. and the room was rank with the smell of burning hair. Then the dry body caught fire, too. The inflammable substances used in embalming became new fuel, and the flames roared.

A few minutes of fierce conflagration, and then we breathed freely. Queen Terra's familiar was no more. When we went back to the cave, we found Margaret sitting in the dark. she had switched off the electric light and only a faint glow of the evening light came through the narrow openings her father went quickly over to her and put his arms around her in a loving protective way she laid her head in his shoulder for a minute and seemed comforted presently she called to me malcolm turn up the light i carried out her orders and could see that though she had been crying her eyes her eyes were now dry. Her father saw it too and looked glad. He said to us in a grave tone, "'Now we had better prepare for our great work. It will not do to leave anything to the last.' Margaret must have had a suspicion of what was coming, for it was with a sinking voice that she

asked, "'What are you going to do now?' Mr. Trelawney too must have had a suspicion of her feelings, for he answered in a low tone, To unroll the mummy of Queen Terra. She came close to him and said pleadingly in a whisper, Father, you are not going to unswath her. All you men, and in the glare of light? But why not, my dear? Just think, father, a woman, all alone, in such a way,

in such a place. Oh, it's cruel, cruel! She was manifestly much overcome. Her cheeks were flaming red, and her eyes were full of indignant tears. Her father saw her distress, and, sympathizing with it, began to comfort her. I was moving off, but he signed to me to stay.

I took it that after the usual manner of men, he wanted help on such an occasion, and manlike wished to throw on someone else the task of dealing with a woman in indignant distress. However, he began to appeal first to her reason. Not a woman, dear, a mummy. She has been dead nearly five thousand years. What does that matter? Sex is not a matter of years. A woman is a woman if she had been dead five thousand centuries. And you expect her to arise out of that long sleep? It could not be real death if she is to rise out of it. You have led me to believe that she will come alive when the coffer is opened. I did, my dear, and I believe it. But if it isn't death that has been the matter

with her all these years, it is something uncommonly like it. Then again, just think, it was men who her they didn't have women's rights or lady doctors in ancient egypt my dear and besides he went on more freely seeing that she was accepting his argument if not yielding to it we men are accustomed to such things corbeck and i have unrolled a hundred mummies and there were as many women as men amongst them dr winchester in his work has had to deal with women as well as men till custom has made him think nothing of sex. Even Ross has in his work as a barrister. He stopped suddenly. You were going to help, too, she said to me, with an indignant look. I said nothing. I thought silence was best. Mr. Chalani went on hurriedly. I could see that he was glad of interruption, for the part of his argument concerning a barrister's work was becoming decidedly weak. My child, you will be with us yourself. Would we do anything which would hurt or offend you?

Come now, be reasonable. We are not at a pleasure party. We are all grave men, entering gravely on an experiment which may unfold the wisdom of old times and enlarge human knowledge indefinitely, which may put the minds of men on new tracks of thought and research. An experiment as he went on his voice deepened, which may be fraught with death to any one of us, to us all. We know from what has been that there are, or may be, vast and unknown dangers ahead of us,

of which none in this house today may ever see the end. Take it, my child, that we are not acting lightly, but with all the gravity of deeply earnest men. Besides, my dear, Whatever feelings you or any of us may have on the subject, it is necessary for the success of the experiment to unswath her. I think that under any circumstances it would be necessary to remove the wrappings before she became again a live human being

instead of a spiritualized corpse with an astral body. Were her original intentions carried out, and did she come to new life within her mummy wrappings, it might be to exchange a coffin for, a grave. She would die the death of the buried alive. But now, when she is voluntarily abandoned for the time her astral power, there can be no doubt on the subject. Margaret's face cleared. All right, father, she said as she kissed him. But, oh, it seems horrible indignity to a queen and a woman. I was moving away to the staircase when she called me.

Where are you going? I came back and took her hand and stroked it, as I answered. I shall come back when the unrolling is over. She looked at me long, and a faint suggestion of a smile came over her face, as she said. Perhaps you had better stay, too. It may be useful to you in your work as a barrister. She smiled out as she met my eyes, but in an instant she changed. Her face grew grave and deadly white.

In a far-away voice, she said, "'Father is right. It is a terrible occasion. We need all to be serious over it. But all the same, nay, for that very reason, you had better stay, Malcolm. You may be glad, later on, that you were present to-night.' My heart sank down, down at her words,

but I thought it better to say nothing. Fear was stalking openly enough amongst us already. By this time, Mr. Trelawney, assisted by Mr. Corbeck and Dr. Winchester, had raised the lid of the ironstone sarcophagus which contained the mummy of the queen. It was a large one, but it was none too big. The mummy was both long and broad and high, and was of such weight that it was no easy task, even for the four of us, to lift it out. Under Mr. Trelawney's direction, we laid it out on the table prepared for it.

Then, and then only, did the full horror of the whole thing burst upon me. There, in the full glare of the light, the whole material and sordid side of death seemed staringly real. The outer wrappings, torn and loosened by rude touch, and with the color either darkened by dust or worn light by friction, seemed creased as by rough treatment. The jagged edges of the wrapping cloths looked fringed. The painting was patchy, and the varnish chipped. The coverings were evidently many, for the bulk was great, but through all showed that unhideable human figure, which seems to look more horrible when partially concealed than at any other time. What was before us was death and nothing else. All the romance and sentiment of fancy had disappeared.

The two elder men, enthusiasts who had often done such work, were not disconcerted, and Dr. Winchester seemed to hold himself in a business-like attitude as if before the operating table. but I felt low-spirited and miserable and ashamed, and besides I was pained and alarmed by Margaret's ghastly pallor. Then the work began. The unrolling of the mummy cat had prepared me somewhat for it, but this was so much larger and so infinitely more elaborate that it seemed a different thing. Moreover, in addition to the ever-present sense of death and humanity, there was a feeling of something finer in all this.

The cat had been embalmed with coarser materials. Here, all, when once the outer coverings were removed, was more delicately done. It seemed as if only the finest gums and spices had been used in this embalming. But there were the same surroundings, the same attendant rubelled. red dust and pungent presence of bitumen, there was the same sound of rending which marked the tearing away of the bandages. There were an enormous number of these, and their bulk, when opened, was great. As the men unrolled them, I grew more and more excited. I did not take a part in it myself. Margaret had looked at me gratefully as I drew back. We clasped tans and held each other hard.

as the unrolling went on the wrappings became finer and the smell less laden with bitumen but more pungent we all i think began to feel it as though it caught or touched us in some special way this however did not interfere with the work it went on uninterruptedly some of the inner wrappings bore symbols or pictures these were done sometimes wholly in pale greennesses green color, sometimes in many colors, but always with a prevalence of green. Now and again Mr. Trelawney or Mr. Corbeck would point out some special drawing before laying the bandage on the pile behind them, which kept growing to a monstrous height. At last we knew that the wrappings were coming to an end. Already the proportions were reduced to those of a normal figure of the manifest height of the queen, who was more than average height. And as the end drew nearer, so Margaret's pallor grew, and her heart beat more and more wildly

till her breast heaved in a way that frightened me. Just as her father was taking away the last of the bandages, he happened to look up and caught the pained and anxious look of her pale face. He paused, and taking her concern to be be as to the outrage on modesty, said in a comforting way, Do not be uneasy, dear. See, there is nothing to harm you. The queen has on a robe. Aye, and a royal robe, too. The wrapping was a wide piece the whole length of the body. It being removed, a profusely full robe of white linen had appeared, covering the body from the throat to the feet.

And such linen! We all bent over to look at it. Margaret lost her concern in her woman's interest in fine stuff. Then the rest of us looked with admiration, for surely such linen was never seen by the eyes of our age. It was as fine as the finest silk. But never was spun or woven silk which lay in such gracious folds, constrict though they were by the close wrappings of the mummy-cloth and fixed into hardness by the passing of thousands of years round the neck it was delicately embroidered in pure gold with tiny sprays of sycamore

and round the feet similarly worked was an endless line of lotus plants of unequal height and with all the graceful abandon of natural growth across the body but manifestly not surrounding it, was a girdle of jewels. A wondrous girdle which shone and glowed with all the forms and faces and colors of the sky. The buckle was a great yellow stone, round of outline, deep and curved, as if a yielding globe had been pressed down. It shone and glowed as though a veritable sun lay within. The rays of its light seemed to strike out. and illumine all around. Flanking it were two great moonstones of lesser size,

whose glowing, beside the glory of the sunstone, was like the silvery sheen of moonlight. And then, on either side, linked by golden clasps of exquisite shape, was a line of flaming jewels, of which the colors seemed to glow. Each of these stones seemed to hold a living star, which twinkled in every phase of changing light. Margaret raised her hands in ecstasy. She bent over to examine more closely,

but suddenly drew back and stood fully erect at her grand height. She seemed to speak with the conviction of absolute knowledge, as she said, "'That is no seerment! It was not meant for the clothing of death. It is a marriage robe.' mr trelawney leaned over and touched the linen robe he lifted a fold at the neck and i knew from the quick intake of his breath that something had surprised him he lifted yet a little more and then he too stood back and pointed saying margaret is right that dress is not intended to be worn by the dead see her figure is not robed in it

it is but laid upon her he lifted the zone of jewels and handed it to margaret then with both hands he raised the ample robe and laid it across the arms which she extended in a natural impulse things of such beauty were too precious to be handled with any but the greatest care we all stood awed at the beauty of the figure which save for the face-cloth now lay completely nude before us. Mr. Trelawney bent over, and with hands that trembled slightly, raised this linen cloth which was of the same fineness as the robe. As he stood back and the whole glorious beauty of the queen was revealed, I felt a rush of shame sweep over me. It was not right that we should be there, gazing with irreverent eyes on such unclad beauty. It was indecent. It was um, it was a most sacrilegious. And yet the white wonder of that beautiful form was something to dream of. It was not like death at all. It was like a statue, carving in ivory by the hand of Prakssitales.

There was nothing of that horrible shrinkage which death seems to affect in a moment. There was none of the wrinkled toughness which seems to be a leading characteristic of most mummies. There was not the shrunken attenuation of a body dried in the sand, as I had seen before in museums. All the pores of the body seemed to have been preserved in some wonderful way. The flesh was full and round, as in a living person, and the skin was as smooth as satin. The color seemed extraordinary. It was like ivory, new ivory, except with a right of the right. arm, with shattered, blood-stained wrist and missing hand had lain bare to exposure in the sarcophagus

for so many tens of centuries. With a womanly impulse, with a mouth that drooped with pity, with eyes that flashed with anger and cheeks that flamed, Margaret threw over the body the beautiful robe which lay across her arm. Only the face was then to be seen. This was more serious. This was more startling even than the body, for it seemed not dead, but alive. The eyelids were closed, but the long, black curling lashes lay over on the cheeks. The nostrils, said in grave pride, seemed to have the repose which, when it is seen in life, is greater than the repose of death. The full red lips, though the mouth was not open, showed the tiniest white line of pearly teeth, within her hair glorious in quantity and glossy black as the raven's wing was piled in great masses over the white forehead on which a few curling tresses strayed like tendrils

i was amazed at the likeness to margaret though i had had my mind prepared for this by mr corbeck's quotation of her father's statement this woman i could not think of her as a mummy or a corpse was the image of margaret as my eyes had first lit on her the likeness was increased by the jeweled ornament which she wore in her hair the disc and plumes such as margaret too had worn it too was a glorious jewel one noble pearl of moonlight lustre flanked by carven pieces of moonstone mr trelawney was overcome as he looked he quite broke down and when Margaret flew to him and held him close in her arms and comforted him, I heard him murmur brokenly. It looks as if you were dead, my child. There was a long silence. I could hear without the roar of the wind,

which was now risen to a tempest, and the furious dashing of the waves far below. Mr. Trelawney's voice broke the spell. Later on we must try and find out the process of him, embalming. It is not like any that I know. There does not seem to have been any opening cut for the withdrawing of the viscera and organs, which apparently remain intact within the body. Then again there is no moisture in the flesh, but its place is supplied with something else, as though wax or stear-in had been conveyed into the veins by some subtle process.

I wonder, could it be possible that at that time they could have used paraffin? It might have been, by some process that we know not, pumped into the veins where it hardened. Margaret, having thrown a white sheet over the queen's body, asked us to bring it to her own room, where we laid it on her bed. Then she sent us away, saying, "'Leave her alone with me. There are still many hours to pass.'

and I do not like to leave her lying there, all stark in the glare of light. This may be the bridle she prepared for, the bridle of death, and at least she shall wear her pretty robes. When presently she brought me back to her room, the dead queen was dressed in the robe of fine linen with the embroidery of gold,

and all her beautiful jewels were in place. Candles were lit around her, and white flowers lay upon her breast. Hand in hand we stood looking at her for a while. Then, with a sigh, Margaret covered her with one of her own snowy sheets. She turned away, and after softly closing the door of the room, went back with me to the others who had now come into the dining room. Here we all began to talk over the things that had been and that were to be.

Now and again I could feel that one or other of us was forcing conversation, as if we were not sure of ourselves. The long wait was beginning to tell on our nerves. It was apparent to me that Mr. Trelawney had suffered in that strange trance more than we suspected, or than he cared to show. True, his will and his determination were as strong as ever, but the purely physical side of him had been weakened somewhat. It was indeed only natural that it should be. No man can go through a period of four days of absolute negation of life

without being weakened by it somehow. As the hours crept by, the time passed more and more slowly. The other men seemed to get unconsciously a little drowsy. I wondered if, in the case of Mr. Trelawful, Lonnie and Mr. Corbeck, who had already been under the hypnotic influence of the queen, the same dormance was manifesting itself. Dr. Winchester had periods of distraction which grew longer and more frequent as the time wore on. As to Margaret, the suspense told on her exceedingly, as might have been expected in the case of a woman.

She grew paler and paler still, till at last, about midnight, I began to be seriously alarmed about her. I got her to come into the library with me and tried to make her lie down on a sofa for a little while. As Mr. Trelawney had decided that the experiment was to be made exactly at the seventh hour after sunset, it would be as nearly as possible three o'clock in the morning when the great trial should be made.

Even allowing a whole hour for the final preparations, we had still two hours of waiting, to go through, and I promised faithfully to watch her and to wake her at any time she might name. She would not hear of it, however. She thanked me sweetly and smiled at me as she did so, but she assured me that she was not sleepy, and that she was quite able to bear up, that it was only the suspense and excitement of waiting that made her pale. I agreed, Perforce, but I kept her talking of many things in the library for more than an hour, so that at last, when she insisted on going back to her father's room, I felt that I had at least

done something to help her pass the time. We found the three men sitting patiently in silence. With manlike fortitude, they were content to be still when they felt they had done all in their power. And so we waited. The striking of two o'clock seemed to freshen us all up. whatever shadows had been settling over us during the long hours proceeding seemed to lift at once and we went about our separate duties alert and with alacrity we looked first to the windows to see that they were closed and we got ready our respirators to put them on when the time should be close at hand we had from the first arranged to use them for we did not know whether some noxious fume might not come from the magic coffer when it should be closed at hand we had from the first arranged to use them for we did not know whether some noxious fume might not come from the magic coffer when it should be opened. Somehow it never seemed to occur to any of us that there was any doubt as to its opening. Then, under Margaret's guidance, we carried the mummied body of Queen Terra from her room into her father's and laid it on a couch. We put the sheet lightly over it so that if she should wake,

she could at once slip from under it. The severed hand was placed in its true position on her breast and under it the jewel of seven stars which mr trelawney had taken from the great safe it seemed to flash and blaze as he put it in its place it was a strange sight and a strange experience the group of grave silent men carried the white still figure which looked like an ivory statue when through our moving the sheet fell back away from the lighted candles and the white flowers we placed it on the couch in that other room, where the blaze of the electric lights shone on the great sarcophagus, fixed in the middle of the room, ready for the final experiment,

the great experiment consequent on the researches during a lifetime of these two traveled scholars. Again, the startling likeness between Margaret and the mummy, intensified by her own extraordinary pallor, heightened the strangeness of it all. When all was finally filled,

fixed, three quarters of an hour had gone, for we were deliberate in all our doings. Margaret beckoned me, and I went out with her to bring in Silvio. He came to her purring. She took him up and handed him to me, and then did a thing which moved me strangely and brought home to me keenly the desperate nature of the enterprise in which we were embarked. one by one she blew out the candles carefully and placed them back in their usual places. When she had finished, she said to me, They are done with now.

Whatever comes, life or death, there will be no purpose in their using now. Then, taking Silvio into her arms and pressing him close to her bosom where he purred loudly, we went back to the room. I closed the door carefully behind me, feeling as I did so a strange thrill as of finality. There was to be no going back now. Then we put on our respirators and took our places as had been arranged.

I was to stand by the taps of the electric lights beside the door, ready to turn them off or on as Mr. Trelawney should direct. dr winchester was to stand behind the couch so that he should not be between the mummy and the sarcophagus he was to watch carefully what should take place with regard to the queen margaret was to be beside him she held sylvia ready to place him upon the couch or beside it when she might think right mr trelawney and mr corbeck were to attend to the lighting of the lamps when the hands of the clock were close to the hour they stood ready with their linstocks the striking of the silver bell on the clock seemed to smite on our hearts like a knell of doom one two three before the third stroke the wicks of the lamps had caught and i had turned out the electric light in the dimness of the struggling lamps and after the brights of the lights had caught and i had turned out the electric light in the dimness of the struggling lamps and after the bright glow of the electric light, the room and all within it took weird shapes, and all seemed in an instant to change. We waited with our hearts beating. I know mine did, and I fancied I could

hear the pulsation of the others. The second seemed to pass with leaden wings. It were as though all the world were standing still. The figures of the others stood out dimly, Margaret white dress alone showing clearly in the gloom. The thick respirators which we all wore added to the strange appearance. The thin light of the lamps showed Mr. Trelawney's square jaw and strong mouth and the brown-shaven face of Mr. Corbeck.

Their eyes seemed to glare in the light. Across the room, Dr. Winchester's eyes twinkled like stars, and Margaret's blazed like black suns. sylvia's eyes were like emeralds would the lamps never burn up it was only a few seconds in all till they did blaze up a slow steady light growing more and more bright and changing in color from blue to crystal white so they stayed for a couple of minutes without change in the coffer till at last there began to appear all over it a delicate it glow. This grew and grew till it became like a blazing jewel, and then like a living thing whose essence of life was light. We waited and waited, our heart seeming to stand still.

All at once there was a sound like a tiny muffled explosion, and the cover lifted right up on a level plane a few inches. There was no mistaking anything now, for the whole room was a little room was full of a blaze of light. Then the cover, staying fast at one side, rose slowly up on the other, as though yielding to some pressure of balance. The coffer still continued to glow,

from it began to steal a faint greenish smoke. I could not smell it fully on account of the respirator, but even through that, I was conscious of a strange, pungent odor. Then this smoke began, to grow thicker, and to roll out in volumes of ever-increasing density till the whole room began to get obscure. I had a terrible desire to rush over to Margaret, whom I saw through the

smoke still standing erect behind the couch. Then, as I looked, I saw Dr. Winchester sink down. He was not unconscious, for he waved his hand back and forward, as though to forbid anyone to come to him. At this time, the figures of Mr. Trelawney and Mr. Corbeck were becoming indistinct in the smoke, which rolled round them in thick, billowy clouds. Finally, I lost sight of them all together. The coffer still continued to glow, but the lamps began to grow dim. At first I thought that their light was being overpowered by the thick black smoke, but presently I saw that they were, one by one, burning out. They must have burned quickly to produce such fierce and vivid flames.

I waited and waited, expecting every instant to hear the command to turn up the light, but none came. I waited still and looked with harrowing intensity at the rolling billows of smoke still pouring out of the glowing casket, whilst the lamps sank down and went out one by one. Finally, there was but one lamp a light, and that was dimly blue and flickering. The only effect of light in the room was from the glowing casket. I kept my eyes fixed toward Margaret. It was for her now that all my anxiety was claimed.

I could just see her white frock beyond the still white shrouded figure on the couch. Silvio was troubled, his piteous meow-werews. was the only sound in the room. Deeper and denser grew the black mist and its pungency began to assail my nostrils as well as my eyes. Now the volume of smoke coming from the coffer seemed to lessen,

and the smoke itself to be less dense. Across the room I saw something white move where the couch was. There were several movements. I could just catch the quick glint of white through the dense smoke in the fading light. For now the glow of the coffer began quickly to subside.

I could still hear Silvio, but his meowing came from close under. A moment later I could feel him piteously crouching on my foot. Then the last spark of light disappeared, and through the Egyptian darkness I could see the faint line of white around the window blinds. I felt that the time had come, to speak. So I pulled off my respirator and called out,

"'Shall I turn up the light?' There was no answer, so before the thick smoke choked me, I called again, but more loudly, "'Mr. Trelawney, shall I turn up the light?' He did not answer, but from across the room I heard Margaret's voice, sounding as sweet and clear as a bell. "'Yes, Malcolm!' i turned the tap and the lamps flashed out but they were only dim points of light in the midst of that murky ball of smoke in that thick atmosphere there was little possibility of illumination i ran across to margaret guided by her white dress and caught hold of her and held her hand she recognized my anxiety and said at once i am all right

thank god i said how are the others quick let us open all the windows and get rid of this smoke to my surprise she answered in a sleepy way they will be all right they won't get any harm i did not stop to inquire how or on what ground she formed such an opinion but threw up the lower sashes of all the windows and pulled down the upper then i threw open the door then i threw open the door a few seconds made a perceptible change as the thick black smoke began to roll out of the windows then the lights began to grow into strength and i could see the room all the men were overcome beside the couch dr winchester lay on his back as though he had sunk down and rolled over and on the farther side of the sarcophagus where they had stood lay mr trelawney and mr corbeck it was a relief to me to see that though they were unconscious all three were breathing heavily as though in a stupor margaret still stood behind the couch she seemed at first to be in a partially dazed condition but every instant appeared to get more command of herself she stepped forward and helped me to raise her father and drag him close to the window together we placed the others similarly and she flew down to the dining-room and returned with a decanter of brandy this we proceeded to administer to them all in turn it was not many minutes after we had opened the windows when all three were struggling back to consciousness during this time my entire thoughts and efforts had been concentrated on their restoration but now that this strain was off i looked round around the time my entire thoughts and efforts had been concentrated on their restoration but now that this strain was off i looked round the

i looked round the room to see what had been the effect of the experiment the thick smoke had nearly cleared away but the room was still misty and was full of a strange pungent acrid odor the great sarcophagus was just as it had been the coffer was open and in it scattered through certain divisions or partitions wrought in its own substance was a scattering of black ashes over all sarcophagus coffer and indeed all in the room was a sort of black film of greasy soot i went over to the couch the white sheet still lay over part of it but it had been thrown back as might be when one is stepping out of bed but there was no sign of queen terra i took margaret by the hand and led her over she reluctantly left her father to whom she was administering but she came docile enough i whispered to her as i held her hand what has become of the queen tell me you were close at hand and must have seen if anything happened she answered me very softly there was nothing that i could see until the smoke grew too dense i kept my eyes on the couch but there was no change then when all grew so dark that i could not see i thought i heard a movement close to me it might have been dr winchester who had sunk down overcome but i could not be sure i thought that it might be the queen waking so i put down poor sylvio i did not see what became of him but I felt as if he had deserted me when I heard him meowing over by the door.

I hope he is not offended with me. As if in answer, Silvio came running into the room and reared himself against her dress, pulling it as though clamoring to be taken up. She stooped down and took him up and began to pet and comfort him. I went over and examined the couch and all around it most carefully. When Mr. Trelawney and Mr. Corbeck recovered sufficiently, which they did quickly, though Dr. Winchester took longer to come round, we went over it afresh. But all we could find was a sort of ridge of impalpable dust, which gave out a strange, dead odor.

On the couch lay the jewel of the disc and plumes which the queen had worn in her hair, and the star jewel, which had words to command the, gods. Other than this, we never got clue to what had happened. There was just one thing which confirmed our idea of the physical annihilation of the mummy. In the sarcophagus in the hall, where we had placed the mummy of the cat, was a small patch of similar dust. In the autumn, Margaret and I were married. On the occasion she wore the mummy robe and zone and the jewel in which Queen Terra had worn in her hair. On her breast, set in a ring of gold made like a twisted lotus stock, she wore the strange jewel of seven stars which held words to command the god of all the worlds.

At the marriage, the sunlight streaming through the chancel windows fell on it, and it seemed to glow like a living thing. The graven words may have been of efficacy, for Margaret Holden. to them and there is no other life in all the world so happy as my own we often think of the great queen and we talk of her freely once when i said with a sigh that i was sorry she could not have waked into a new life in a new world my wife putting both her hands in mine and looking into my eyes with that far-away eloquent dreamy look which sometimes comes into her own said lovingly do not grieve for her who knows but she may have found the joy she sought love and patience are all that make for happiness in this world or in the world of the past or of the future of the living or the dead she dreamed her dream and that is all that any of us can ask the end end of chapter nineteen end of the jewel of seven stars by Bram Stoker