"
"But, Kerry--Kerry, behind you!"
"I haven't any eyes in my back hair!"
Mechanically, half fearfully, Seton touched the hands of the crouching
oriental. A low moan came from the woman in the bed, and:
"It's Kazmah!" gasped Seton. "Kerry . . . Kazmah is--a wax figure!"
"Hell!" said Chief Inspector Kerry.
CHAPTER XLII
A YEAR LATER
Beneath an awning spread above the balcony of one of those modern
elegant flats, which today characterize Heliopolis, the City of the
Sun, site of perhaps the most ancient seat of learning in the known
world, a party of four was gathered, awaiting the unique spectacle
which is afforded when the sun's dying rays fade from the Libyan sands
and the violet wonder of the afterglow conjures up old magical Egypt
from the ashes of the desert.
"Yes," Monte Irvin was saying, "only a year ago; but, thank God, it
seems more like ten! Merciful time effaces sadness but spares joy."
He turned to his wife, whose flower-like face peeped out from a nest
of white fur. Covertly he squeezed her hand, and was rewarded with a
swift, half coquettish glance, in which he read trust and contentment.
The dreadful ordeal through which she had passed had accomplished that
which no physician in Europe could have hoped for, since no physician
would have dared to adopt such drastic measures.
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