The Curse of the Mummy's Tomb Page #2

couldn't see your point of view.

He's living in the past. This is 1900.

You have to think modern.

What do you two kids

plan for the future?

Well, I hope a long life,

and a happy one. Together.

You're not worried about

the curse of the pharaohs, eh?

So, you know about that, do you?

Know about it?

I wish I'd invented it.

"Anybody that opens the pharaoh's

tomb is doomed to die horribly."

There's thousands of dollars'

worth of free publicity in that.

And don't think I'm not going

to ballyhoo it in my campaign.

Well, as my friend Phineas t. Barnum said:

"There's one born every minute."

And they'll love this. The public

love to live dangerously.

As long as there's no real danger in it.

Say, maybe ten cents isn't enough.

Effendi, I bring urgent message

from your master.

He says you must come quickly!

- You bring a message from whom?

- From sir gilly!

- Gilly!

- Oh, he means sir giles!

Then we must go.

It must be important.

Well now, wait a minute.

I'm going with you.

If you ever learn to do that to ragtime,

give me a call. We'll make a fortune.

Thank heaven,

nothing appears to have been broken.

They were obviously searching

for something, but what?

If we could answer that question,

we'd know who they were.

They have not taken gold or jewels

that most men would covet.

- What's happened, sir giles?

- The place has been ransacked.

- Anything stolen?

- No, nothing as far as we can see.

- Inspector, sir.

- Yes?

I have found something over there.

I suggest, miss, that you stay here.

John! Come here!

- What is it, darling?

- Your lists have gone.

Blast! And there were no copies!

Three months' work wasted.

But why?

What possible use

could they be to anyone else?

If one wanted to know the

complete contents of the tomb,

your lists are the quickest way.

Then that means we are not the only

people interested in the treasures of ra.

I remember a night just like this

when we were on our way to Egypt.

Yes, I remember it too, darling.

Do you realise that was

almost a year ago?

- That was a happy voyage.

- Yes, it was.

- But this one...

- What do you mean?

I don't quite know, John.

But somehow, whenever

I'm in proximity to the mummy...

Oh, you needn't worry about it.

It's safely locked up in the hold,

clearly labelled:

"Not wanted on voyage."

You know, the only real

physical danger you may be in

is not from the mummy.

But... from... me!

- Don't, John. Please.

-L'm sorry.

I'm not just being silly.

There is something. I feel it.

But I just can't explain it.

I'm afraid it wasn't a very good joke,

was it? Will you forgive me?

- Good night, sir giles.

- Good evening, my dear.

You look very beautiful.

Good night.

- Good night, John.

- Good night, sir giles.

You know, if he carries on like this,

he'll soon be as pickled as the mummy.

That's not funny either.

This whole business with king

has had a deep effect on him.

And what's more, the Egyptian

authorities have as good as told him

he's conducted his last expedition

anywhere on their territory.

Yes, I know. It's quite ridiculous.

It's king who is to blame, but they

probably won't believe it.

What will sir giles do?

He may have to retire.

He's no longer a youngster.

Oh, that would be a great waste.

He knows more about ancient

Egypt than any other person.

That's sir giles.

You stay there!

Man overboard!

- Man overboard!

- Man overboard!

- John. What happened?

-L'm afraid a man attacked sir giles.

- Is he badly hurt?

- No, fortunately not.

Just a lump on his head and a headache.

I'm afraid I've got one too.

Was he robbed?

I don't think it was

money the man was after.

Oh, please let me introduce:

Adam beauchamp, John bray.

- How do you do?

- How do you do?

If it wasn't money he was after,

do you know what it was he wanted?

No, I'm not quite sure.

You think it has something

to do with ra, don't you?

- It could have, yes.

- You see, both John and I...

My dear, your recent discovery

is far too well known

to need explanation to me.

But surely, sir giles doesn't keep

any of the treasures in his cabin?

Oh, no, no. Certainly not.

The treasures are in the

ship's hold under heavy guard.

But certain things have happened

which lead me to believe that

somebody may be trying to force us

to return the treasures to Egypt.

And what are your plans?

Well, we're going to London, where

i shall continue my retabulations,

and then we shall

set up the first exhibition.

Where will you stay?

Well, I've booked rooms for Annette

and I at a hotel in bloomsbury.

Well, that's not good enough.

I live on my own in a large

house in regent's park.

Why don't you stay with me?

- Sorry, that's quite out of the question.

- But very kind of you, Adam.

Your work fascinates me.

I find you charming people.

I've always felt that I should devote

more of my time to the arts.

This could be my small beginning.

I wish I could assist

your ambitions, mr beauchamp,

but I'm afraid we can't alter

our plans at this late stage.

But of course you can. Join me for

a liqueur and we'll discuss it.

How very nice of you, Adam.

Now look, really.

This is going a little too far.

- Not at all.

- We've made other arrangements.

Come in, jessop.

We could all do with a hot toddy

to get this blasted English fog

out of our throats.

That sounds delicious.

Thank you, jessop.

You look tired, John.

I trust this will revive you.

Thank you.

- You find them interesting, Annette?

- They are so lovely, Adam.

Faberg is a great artist.

This once belonged to

the empress of Russia.

I've always felt that it should again

belong to a beautiful woman.

I would like you to have it.

But Adam, this is priceless.

It is valueless compared to

the pleasure it will give me

to think of it in your possession.

Then it would be ungracious

of me not to accept.

John. Look what Adam has given me!

Oh, yes. Very pretty, isn't it?

- May I have another drink, please?

- Yes, of course.

- Annette, some punch?

- Thank you, Adam.

Yes, jessop?

Mrs bodie asks what are your

instructions about dinner, sir?

- What do you say, Annette? Nine o'clock?

- That would be just fine.

- John?

- Oh, I'm so sorry, Annette,

but I'm afraid I can't stay.

But you do by all means.

You see, the treasures are being

delivered this evening

and I promised mr king that

I'd be there to supervise the uncrating.

Oh, then perhaps I should

go along with you.

- You will forgive us?

- Of course, my dear. I understand.

But why don't you come with us?

Well, I'd love to, if you're sure

i won't be in the way.

- Don't be silly. He won't be, will he, John?

- No, of course he won't.

Do come, by all means.

You're quite welcome.

That's settled, then.

May I propose a toast?

To the success of the exhibition of ra.

And may the gods smile down

upon our new-found friendship.

The mummy goes in the exact centre

of that area over there.

- The exact centre, you understand?

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