The Curse of the Mummy's Tomb Page #5

I'm in show business.

Any one of my friends is an enemy.

He threatened me, for one, tonight.

Is that correct, sir?

Threaten him, inspector? No.

I merely warned him

of what might happen.

That the mummy would be stolen?

That is the last thing

i would have wanted.

- It made his day for him, too.

- Now, why would that be, sir?

Because he wants it safely tucked

away in some stuffy old museum.

And if that's where it had been,

none of this would have happened.

Do you mind if I leave now, inspector?

Before this colourful American

breaches the English laws of slander.

Yes, that's all right, sir.

I think we can all leave now.

You'll be hearing from us tomorrow, sir.

Is that all you're gonna do?

What about the mummy?!

He could be out of

the country by tomorrow.

I wouldn't worry too much, sir.

He'd never get past the customs.

- Good night, sir, miss...

- Now, just a minute! Look!

Well, if that's an English policeman,

i should have asked him what time it was.

I'd have gotten more out of him.

Don't you think you should

go home and get some rest, mr king?

Rest?! How can I rest?!

I've got a show with no star!

If there's anything I can do, mr king...

Yes, if you want to wrap yourself

up in some dirty bandages!

- Good night, mr king.

- Good night.

Good night!

There ain't no one here, guv.

They've all just gone.

- Did you see mr king leave?

- John? I'm on stage.

- What are you doing here?

-Lt's true, then.

I wanted publicity. I sure got it.

Shouldn't you be in bed?

I think I know why it happened.

What?

I found out the meaning

of the sacred words of life.

- But they were stolen from me last night.

- What's that got to do with it?

I believe someone may have stolen

the mummy in order to bring it back to life.

Must have been some

wallop on the head.

You don't believe me, do you?

Oh, you're real sick, boy.

I'm going to get you a cab.

Look, mr king, I can assure you...

Fred? Get mr bray a cab!

He's got one outside, sir.

If someone really wanted revenge,

what better instrument to use than

the mummy brought back to life?

Sure, sure. Come on.

What better way to cover the real

motive but to blame the legend?

Sleep on it, kid.

I'll see you in the morning.

You don't want to listen to me,

do you, mr king?

No, I don't. I've got other troubles.

- Take him home, cabbie!

- Righto, guv.

Excuse me, guvnor.

Did the gentleman say that

the m-m-m-mummy's come back to life?

He said it was possible.

- You don't believe that, do you?

- Yes, I do.

Some Egyptian gentlemen are

always up to some very funny tricks.

A mummy brought back to life?

Say, that would really be something.

- Can I get you a cab, guv?

- No, I think I'll walk tonight.

Your evening air is so healthy.

Oh... there you go.

- God bless you, governor.

- Good luck, guv.

- Thank you, governor.

- Good night, guv.

Half of that's mine, you know.

I tell you what I'll do.

All or nothing on

the next hand of cards.

Well, that's very fair.

Very fair indeed.

You in a hurry, guv?

What can I do for you?

Nothing, dearie. I wondered if

there was anything I could do for you.

Thanks, but no thanks.

Wait a minute.

Get a good night's sleep.

God bless you, sir.

You're a real gentleman.

I don't know who the hell

you are, but don't joke about it.

That old b*tch in the attic,

I had no rent off her

for a couple of weeks, neither.

Maybe she's dead.

Come on, you.

Finish some of that bread and jam.

Yeah, give him one

for me too, will you?

Spoilt brat don't bleedin'

know when he's well off.

All right, all right. I'm coming!

Here! Where do you think

you're going? Albert?

I believe you have a

foreign gentleman staying here.

And what business is it of yours?

A mr bey.

An Egyptian gentleman.

Oh, yes. That'll be him

on the first floor back.

Thank you, my good woman.

Here, I never said you could

go up there, though, did I?

- How much did he give you?

- Keep your bleedin' hands off it!

Be quiet, will you?

You've got more tongue than anyone's got...

- Me? You saw him. You was there.

- Come on, you. Finish your bread.

John".

Hashmi! Open the door!

Have you found what you

are looking for, mr bray?

- But your dinner will be ruined, sir.

- All right woman, don't fuss.

And you haven't had

a proper meal for days.

I'll be in in a minute.

-L'll pull the curtains.

- Leave them!

What the devil's that?

Hieroglyphics on the medallion.

The sacred words.

No, no, no. That can't be right.

Great Scott.

The sacred words of life.

At last we understand

each other, mr bray.

Then, if what you say is true,

who do you think is responsible?

There are more forces at work

than even your highly developed,

scientific mind can grasp.

My dear hashmi,

it was for that very reason

that I suspected you.

Fool.

If I possessed the secret

of reviving the dead,

do you think I would have

misused it in such a stupid way?

No, perhaps not.

Then, will you come

with me to the police?

I shall be happy to

cooperate in any attempt

to stop further, useless killing.

Good. Then let's go.

"How do I love thee?

"Let me count the ways.

"L love thee to the depth and

breadth and height my soul can reach

"when feeling out of sight for

the ends of being and ideal grace.

"L love thee to the level of

every day's most quiet need

"by sun and candlelight.

"L love thee freely,

as men strive for right.

"L love thee purely,

as they turn from praise.

"L love thee with

a passion put to use

"in my old griefs, and

with my childhood's faith.

"L love thee with a love

i seemed to lose

"with my lost saints.

"L love thee with the breath,

smiles, tears, of all my life.

"And, if god chooses, I shall but

love thee better after death."

'Darling?

'Yes?

- I have to leave London.

- Oh, no, Adam.

I've made arrangements for

you and John to stay on.

Without you? I couldn't bear it.

I want you to come

with me. Will you?

Yes, Adam. I will.

- When do we leave?

- Tomorrow morning. Early.

So soon? How do I tell John?

It might be kinder not to while he's ill.

I suggest you leave him a note.

I don't like to. But I suppose

it's the only way.

I'll go and do that now.

Darling, tell me what's happened.

Adam. Where's Adam?

Is he alive?

- Yes, miss, he'll be all right.

- Oh, thank god.

Can you tell me what happened, miss?

The mummy. It was here. It's alive!

- You actually saw it?

- Yes. It attacked Adam!

- It attacked Adam?

- Why should he do that?

Then the theory we brought you,

inspector, has been proved wrong.

That's often the trouble

with theories, sir.

May I take

mr beauchamp to his room, sir?

Yes. Sergeant, give him a hand.

And yet, you know, it's

the only theory that works.

Unless, of course, it could be that

something else has gone wrong.

Just could be.

Look, inspector, will you give us another

chance to prove that we're right?

There's one advantage the amateur

detective has over the professional:

A second chance.

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