Проклятие мумии, или Камень Семи Звезд

           Corbeck,followedbySergeantDaw,cameintothehall.Thedooroftheboudoirwasopen,andwhentheysawusMr.Corbeckcamerunningin,followedmoreslowlybytheDetective.Therewasasortofchastenedjoyinhisfaceandmannerashesaidimpulsively:

           "Rejoicewithme,mydearMissTrelawny,myluggagehascomeandallmythingsareintact!"Thenhisfacefellasheadded,"Exceptthelamps.Thelampsthatwereworthalltherestathousandtimes...."Hestopped,struckbythestrangepallorofherface.Thenhiseyes,followingherlookandmine,litontheclusteroflampsinthedrawer.Hegaveasortofcryofsurpriseandjoyashebentoverandtouchedthem:

           "Mylamps!Mylamps!Thentheyaresafe—safe—safe!...Buthow,inthenameofGod—ofalltheGods—didtheycomehere?"

           Weallstoodsilent.TheDetectivemadeadeepsoundofin-takingbreath.Ilookedathim,andashecaughtmyglanceheturnedhiseyesonMissTrelawnywhosebackwastowardhim.

           Therewasinthemthesamelookofsuspicionwhichhadbeentherewhenhehadspokentomeofherbeingthefirsttofindherfatherontheoccasionsoftheattacks.