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/ Perhaps we can find one or two
that hasn't been broken open"
1t was long past midnight when
they desisted at last and Miles re-
marked with a shrug:
Il guess we'd better give it UP,
old man.. If there was anything here
bearing on our problem Andrew
must have made off with it. after
ALL"
Scottie suppressed a sneeze hero
ically as the dust which still loated
in the air assailed his nostrils. and
replied in a s~trangled voice:
The mould of the ages is eating
into my lungs and there's a musty,
spicy reek from that mummy"
The mummy" Miles struck his
hands together softly. Its the one
place we never thought of, Scottie.
We're not beaten yeti"
He darted over to the long, coffin
like case and his companion follow
ed somewhat reluctantly.
"The-the person doesn't appear
to have been disturbed since the
Pyramids were built" he ventured.
What are you about. lad? You're
never going to undress it,"
Its Peruvian, not Eggplant;
don't you see the inscription ?" re-
opOllutu NIlltS Ill d uulCh, tAClltu
whisper. Moreover, the wrappings
about the head and breast have
been unwound within a very few
years at most and then replaced"
Miles inserted his hand with in
finite care beneath the displaced
fabric which covered the shrunken.
1int-like breast and drew forth u
slender roll of parchment. Scottie
hastily returned his unwelcome our
den to its original position and
strobe around the case to stare Y
his friends shoulder at the discov-
cry.
Its in figure writing!' he ex-
claimed disgustedly as the roll un-
wound. You'd never be able tc
read it and it would do you no good
If you did. I've no doubt it's a
prayer. Put it back. Owen, it's
defying Providence"
"Defying your grandmother!
Miles interrupted. This message is
in Egyptian hieroglyphics, Scottie.
l know hat much!-Egyptian pic
lure writing in the wrappings of a
Peruvian mummy!-Get me a piece
of that parchment from the floor.
will you?"
Scottie complied and held both
his torch and that of his companion
while the latter compared the tex
ture of the scrolls. At length he
drew a quick breath and faced the
older man with shining eyes.
Il can't read a word of it as you
say, but by the Lord Harry l think
we've got it! There are professors
in town who can d%ecipher it for us
and be depended upon to hold their
tongues afterward, and We'll see
that it reaches one of them tomor-
row!"
But it can't be what Andrew was
looking for!!" Scottie expostulated.
He certainly cannot translate heiro
what you said!"
Nor would he have known that
1t was what he wanted if he ha2
found it," retorted Miles. Cant you
see. old man? That was the inten-
ton of the person who placed it
there. 1t is something that had TO
be preserved and yet must be unde-
cipherable to anyone not a student
of Egyptology."
Miles slowed papyrus and parch-
ment carefully in his pocket.
Switching off their torches they
stole from the room, but as Miles
relocked the door behind them his
companion seized his arm.
do you hear that?" Scottie's
husky whisper breathed in hts a
Someone's up, and there's a wee
streak of light coming from that
room at the front. Whose is it?"
"Hobart's," whispered Miles in
reply. "Flatten yourself against the
wall and walk as lightly as you can;
we're going to look into this!"