with a closeness that appalled him for a moment. The white marble facade of the structure glistened oddly in his view. It stood out, the cleanliness of it, as something exceedingly out of place, as something too new, too recent to have any right here. Its Neo-Grecian designs were horribly modern and crude for the Eighteenth Century blocks that surrounded it.
He walked swiftly across the open square, up the wide stone steps to the entrance of the building. Quickly he thrust open the small side door, hurried through as if to escape the thoughts of forgotten streets outside.
How futile such hopes in a
museum! He realized that, the
instant the door was closed. He
stood in a dark hall, lit dimly by one
bulb above the entrance, another one
at the opposite end of the main passage.
And at once his nostrils were
assailed by the inescapable odor of
all such institutions—age!
The musty air rushed over his body, took him into its folds. The silence assailed his ears with a suddenness that all but took his breath away. He looked about, trying to catch, his bearings. Then he ventured a step, walked rapidly across the large chamber, down a wide corridor opening off it. Not a glance did he cast from side to side. The looming shadows of indescribable things were enough for him. His imagination supplied the rest. Unavoidable glimpses of shadowy sarcophagi and grotesquely carven idols sent great cold chills thrilling down his spine, stirring up his heart.
Up a narrow staircase, a turn to the right. At last he was at the room set aside for the night's demonstration. He stood a moment trying to catch his breath and regain composure. Then he pushed the door open, stepped inside.
A bare room with scarcely any
furnishings. About seven or
eight other men were there. In low
tones they greeted him, drew him
over to their circle. All were standing;
there were no chairs in the
room. A couple of small instrument-racks
and the main object was all.
The room was dominated by a long, low table upon which rested a six-foot bundle of dull grey cloth like a giant cocoon. Severus stared at it a moment, then recognized it as an Egyptian mummy removed from its coffin case. It obviously awaited unwinding.
So this was what he'd been invited to, he thought, wishing he hadn't been so friendly to the Egyptologists attached to this particular musuem.
Glancing around, Severus took note of the others present, He was surprised to recognize one as a Medical Doctor highly esteemed at a city hospital. The doctor indeed seemed to be one of the active participants in what was about to take place for he wore a white smock that indicated action.
Bantling, the Egyptologist, held up a hand for silence.
"Most of you know what is about to take place tonight, therefore I will merely outline it for your convenience and for the one or two who know nothing about it." He nodded to Severus and smiled.
"This object, as you have all surmised, is an Egyptian mummy. But it is, we hope, different from all other such mummies previously examined.
"According to our painstaking translation of the hieroglyphics of the sarcophagus whence this body
