The Jewel of Seven Stars/Chapter 20

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 n a few minutes had been
effected 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. Trelawny 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 dreadof some unknown
danger which may come at any time and in any form.
The change was manifested in different ways, according to each nature.
Margaret was sad. Doctor 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. Trelawny 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 looks 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 Tera will not need her Familiar
tonight. If she should want him, it might be dangerous to 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. Trelawny 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 gums 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 ws 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!
Doctor 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 on the cat's mouth. Mr. Trelawny breathed
loudly, as though a strain had been taken from him.
"It is as I expected," he said. "This promises well for what is to
follow."
By this time Doctor 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 Silvio's
claws, on which was also marked in pencil a diagram of the cuts made on
Mr. Trelawny's wrist. He placed the paper under the mummy cat's paw.
The marks fitted exactly.
When we had carefully examined the cat, finding, however, nothing
strange about it but its wonderful preservation, Mr. Trelawny 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 materialise 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. Trelawny
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 Tera'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 round her in a loving protective way. She
laid her head on 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 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. Trelawny too must have had a
suspicion of her feelings, for he answered in a low tone:
"To unroll the mummy of Queen Tera!" She came close to him and said
pleadingly in a whisper:
"Father, you are not going to unswathe 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, sympathising 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
man-like 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 embalmed 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. Doctor Winchester in his work has had to deal with women
as well of men, till custome 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. Trelawny 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 the 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 unswathe 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 spiritualised corpse with an astral body.
Were her original intention 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
has 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 a 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
tonight!"
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. Trelawny, assisted by Mr. Corbeck and Doctor
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. Trelawny'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 colour 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 unhidable 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
Doctor 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 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 hands, 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 green colour, sometimes in many colours; but always with
a prevalence of green. Now and again Mr. Trelawny 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 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.--Ay, 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 phases and colours 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 round. 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 colours 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 cerement! It was no meant for the clothing of death! It is
a marriage robe!"
Mr. Trelawny 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. Trelawny 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 almost 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 carven in ivory by
the hand of a Praxiteles. There was nothing of that horrible shrinkage
which death seems to effect 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 colour
seemed extraordinary. It was like ivory, new ivory; except where the
right arm, with shattered, bloodstained 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 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, set 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 jewelled ornament
which she wore in her hair, the "Disk 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. Trelawny 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 furius dashing of the waves
far below. Mr. Trelawny's voice broke the spell:
"Later on we must try and find out the process of 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 stearine
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 Bridal she prepared for--the Bridal 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.
Trelawny 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. Trelawny and Mr. Corbeck, who had already been under the
hypnotic influence of the Queen, the same dormance was manifesting
itself. Doctor 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. Trelawny 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 awake 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 preceding
seemed to lift at once, and we all went about our separate duties
alert and with alacrity. We looked first to the windows to see that
they were closed; for now the storm raged so fiercely that we feared
it might upset our plans which, after all, were based on perfect
stillness. Then 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 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 body of Queen Tera,
still clad in her Bridal robes, from her room into the cavern.
It was a strange sight, and a strange experience. The group of grave
silent men carrying away from the lighted candles and the white flowers
the white still figure, which looked like an ivory statue when through
our moving the robe fell back.
We laid her in the sarcophagus, and placed the severed hand in its true
position on her breast. Under it was laid the Jewel of Seven Stars,
which Mr Trelawny had taken from the safe. It seemed to flash and blaze
as he put it in its place. The glare of the electric lights shone cold
on the great sarcophagus fixed ready for the final experiment--the Great
Experiment, consequent on the researches during a lifetime of these two
travelled 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 fixed, three-quarters of an hour had gone; for we
were deliberate in all our doings. Margaret beckoned me, and I went
with her to her room. There she did a thing which moved me strangely,
and brought home to me keenly the desperate nature of the enterprise
on 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! Whatever comes--Life or Death--there will be no
purpose in their using now!"
We returned to the cavern with a strange thrill as of finality. There
was to be no going back now!
We put on our respirators, and took our places as had been arranged. I
was to stand by the taps of the electric lights, ready to turn them off
or on as Mr Trelawny should direct. His last caution to me to carry out
his instructions exactly was almost like a menace; for he warned me that
death to any or all of us might come from any error or neglect on my part.
Margaret and Doctor Winchester were to stand between the sarcophagus
and the wall, so that they would not be between the mummy and the Magic
Coffer. They were to note accurately all that should happen with regard
to the Queen.
Mr Trelawny and Mr Corbeck were to see the lamps lighted: and then to
take their places, the former at the foot, the latter at the head, of
the sarcophagus.
When the hands of the clock were close to the hour, they stood ready
with their lit tapers, like gunners in old days with their linstocks.
For the few minutes that followed, the passing of time was a slow horror.
Mr Trelawny stood with his watch in his hand, ready to give the signal.
The time approached with inconceivable slowness; but at last came the
whirring of wheels which warns that the hour is at hand. The striking of
the silver bell of the clock seemed to smite on our hearts like the knell
of doom. One! Two! Three!
The wicks of the lamps caught, and I 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 shape, and
everything 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. Without, the storm raged; the shutters of the narrow
windows shook and strained and rattled, as though something was
striving for entrance.
The seconds seemed to pass with leaden wings; it was as though all the
world were standing still. The figures of the others stood out dimly,
Margaret's 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, as the two men bent over the Coffer, showed Mr
Trelawny's square jaw and strong mouth, and the brown, wrinkled face of
Mr Corbeck. Their eyes seemed to glare in the light. Across the room
Doctor Winchester's eyes twinkled like stars, and Margaret's blazed
like black suns.
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 colour from blue
to crystal white. So they stayed for a couple of minutes, without any
change in the Coffer being noticeable. At last there began to appear
all over it a delicate glow. This grew and grew, till it became like a
blazing jewel; and then like a living thing, whose essence was light.
Mr Trelawny and Mr Corbeck moved silently to their places beside the
sarcophagus.
We waited and waited, our hearts seeming to stand still.
All at once there was a sound like a tiny muffled explosion, and the
cover of the Coffer lifted right up on a level plane a few inches;
there was no mistaking anything now, for the whole cavern was full of
light. Then the cover, staying fast at one side, rose slowly up on the
other, as though yielding to some pressure of balance. I could not see
what was within, for the risen cover stood between. The Coffer still
continued to glow; from it began to steal a faint greenish vapour which
floated in the direction of the sarcophagus as though impelled or drawn
towards it. I could not smell it fully on account of the respirator;
but, even through that, I was conscious of a strange, pungent odour.
The vapour got somewhat denser after a few seconds, and began to pass
directly into the open sarcophagus. It was evident now that the mummied
body had some attraction for it; and also that it had some effect on
the body, for the sarcophagus slowly became illumined as though the
body had begun to glow. I could not see within from where I stood, but
I gathered from the faces of all the four watchers that something
strange was happening.
I longed to run over and take a look for myself; but I remembered Mr
Trelawny's solemn warning, and remained at my post.
The storm still thundered round the house, and I could feel the rock on
which it was built tremble under the furious onslaught of the waves.
The shutters strained as though the screaming wind without would in very
anger have forced an entrance. In that dread hour of expectancy, when
the forces of Life and Death were struggling for the mastery, imagination
was awake. I almost fancied that the storm was a living thing, and
animated with the wrath of the quick!
All at once the eager faces round the sarcophagus were bent forward.
The look of speechless wonder in the eyes, lit by that supernatural glow
from within the sarcophagus, had a more than mortal brilliance.
My own eyes were nearly blinded by the awful, paralysing light, so that
I could hardly trust them. I saw something white rising up from the open
sarcophagus. Something which appeared to my tortured eyes to be filmy,
like a white mist. In the heart of this mist, which was cloudy and opaque
like an opal, was something like a hand holding a fiery jewel flaming
with many lights. As the fierce glow of the Coffer met this new living
light, the green vapour floating between them seemed like a cascade of
brilliant points--a miracle of light!
But at that very moment there came a change. The fierce storm, battling
with the shutters of the narrow openings, won victory. With the sound
of a pistol shot, one of the heavy shutters broke its fastening and was
hurled on its hinges back against the wall. In rushed a fierce blast
which blew the flames of the lamps to and fro, and drifted the green
vapour from its course.
On the very instant came a change in the outcome from the Coffer. There
was a moment's quick flame and a muffled explosion; and black smoke
began to pour out. This got thicker and thicker with frightful rapidity,
in volumes of ever-increasing density; till the whole cavern began to
get obscure, and its outlines were lost. The screaming wind tore in and
whirled it about. At a sign from Mr Trelawny Mr Corbeck went and closed
the shutter and jammed it fast with a wedge.
I should have liked to help; but I had to wait directions from Mr Trelawny,
who inflexibly held his post at the head of the sarcophagus. I signed to
him with my hand, but he motioned me back. Gradually the figures of all
close to the sarcophagus became indistinct in the smoke which rolled round
them in thick billowy clouds. Finally, I lost sight of them altogether.
I had a terrible desire to rush over so as to be near Margaret; but again
I restrained myself. If the Stygian gloom continued, light would be a
necessity of safety; and I was the guardian of the light! My anguish of
anxiety as I stood to my post was almost unendurable.
The Coffer was now but a dull colour; and the lamps were growing dim,
as though they were being overpowered by the thick smoke. Absolute
darkness would soon be upon us.
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 casket
whose glow was fading. The lamps sank down, and went out; one by one.
Finally, there was but one lamp alight, and that was dimly blue and
flickering. I kept my eyes fixed towards Margaret, in the hope that I
might see her in some lifting of the gloom; it was for her now that all
my anxiety was claimed. I could just see her white frock beyond the
dim outline of the sarcophagus.
Deeper and deeper 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 a movement of something white where the sarcophagus was.
There were several such movements. I could just catch the quick glint
of white through the dense smoke in the fading light; for now even the
last lamp began to flicker with the quick leaps before extinction.
Then the last glow disappeared. I felt that the time had come to speak;
so I pulled off my respirator and called out:
"Shall I turn on the light?" There was no answer. Before the thick smoke
choked me, I called again, but more loudly:
"Mr Trelawny, shall I turn on the light? Answer me! If you do not forbid
me, I shall turn it on!"
As there was no reply, I turned the tap. To my horror there was no response;
something had gone wrong with the electric light! I moved, intending to
run up the staircase to seek the cause, but I could now see nothing, all was
pitch dark.
I groped my way across the room to where I thought Margaret was. As
I went I stumbled across a body. I could feel by her dress that it was
a woman. My heart sank; Margaret was unconscious, or perhaps dead. I
lifted the body in my arms, and went straight forward till I touched a wall.
Following it round I came to the stairway, and hurried up the steps with
what haste I could make, hampered as I was with my dear burden. It may
have been that hope lightened my task; but as I went the weight that I
bore seemed to grow less as I ascended from the cavern.
I laid the body in the hall, and groped my way to Margaret's room, where
I knew there were matches, and the candies which she had placed beside
the Queen. I struck a match; and oh! it was good to see the light. I lit
two candies, and taking one in each hand, hurried back to the hall where
I had left, as I had supposed, Margaret.
Her body was not there. But on the spot where I had laid her was Queen
Tera's Bridal robe, and surrounding it the girdle of wondrous gems. Where
the heart had been, lay the Jewel of Seven Stars.
Sick at heart, and with a terror which has no name, I went down into the
cavern. My two candles were like mere points of light in the black,
impenetrable smoke. I put up again to my mouth the respirator which
hung round my neck, and went to look for my companions.
I found them all where they had stood. They had sunk down on the floor,
and were gazing upward with fixed eyes of unspeakable terror. Margaret
had put her hands before her face, but the glassy stare of her eyes through
her fingers was more terrible than an open glare.
I pulled back the shutters of all the windows to let in what air I could.
The storm was dying away as quickly as it had risen, and now it only
came in desultory puffs. It might well be quiescent; its work was done!
I did what I could for my companions; but there was nothing that could
avail. There, in that lonely house, far away from aid of man, naught
could avail.
It was merciful that I was spared the pain of hoping.