The Jewel of Seven Stars by Bram Stoker (books to read in your 20s TXT) 📕
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 to have him against us!"
"That is high praise, si
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would tempt him to depart from this resolution. The only concession he
would make was that he would find the ladders and 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. Trelawny 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 Trelawny 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 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 ushaptiu figures.
“It was made more infinitely desolate still by the shrouded figure of
the mummy of Queen Tera which lay on 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.
“Trelawny 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.”
“When we recovered our amazement, which seemed to last unduly long, we
did not lose any time carrying the mummy through the passage, and
hoisting it up the Pit shaft. I went first, to receive it at the top.
As I looked down, I saw Mr. Trelawny 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 Sheik, 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 Trelawny 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
Tera and all belonging to her? Is it any wonder that it rests with us
now, with a 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 Messagerie service to Marseilles, and go thence by
express to London. But
‘The best-laid schemes o’ mice and men Gang aft agley.’
At Alexandria, Trelawny found waiting a cable stating that Mrs. Trelawny
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 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. Trelawny 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 grey 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 Tera. 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
idolised her. Yet he could never forget that her birth had cost her
mother’s life. Also, there was something whose existence seemed to
wring 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 colour she has a
marvellous resemblance to the pictures of Queen Tera.’
“He said that he had sent her away to people who would 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. Some day 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—ah!—taken from the tomb had
been brought here, Mr. Trelawny 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
Uni, 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 return with the mummy of Queen Tera when Mr. Trelawny re-opened 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 centre 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 Plough, 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 Trelawny 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 clear before
me. There were allusions in the writing on the walls of the tomb to the
seven stars of the Great Bear that go to make up the Plough; and the
North was again and again emphasized. The same symbols were repeated
with regard to the
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