Проклятие мумии, или Камень Семи Звезд

           MissTrelawnysteppedoverandlaidherhandonhisarm.Ilookedatherinamazement.Allthepassionandpainwhichhadsomovedherseemedtohavetakentheformofresolution.Herformwaserect,hereyesblazed;energywasmanifestineverynerveandfibreofherbeing.Evenhervoicewasfullofnervouspowerasshespoke.Itwasapparentthatshewasamarvellouslystrongwoman,andthatherstrengthcouldanswerwhencalledupon.

           "Wemustactatonce!MyFather’swishesmustbecarriedoutifitispossibletous.Mr.Ross,youarealawyer.WehaveactuallyinthehouseamanwhomyouconsideroneofthebestdetectivesinLondon.Surelywecandosomething.Wecanbeginatonce!"Mr.Corbecktooknewlifefromherenthusiasm.

           "Good!YouareyourFather’sdaughter!"wasallhesaid.Buthisadmirationforherenergywasmanifestedbytheimpulsivewayinwhichhetookherhand.Imovedovertothedoor.IwasgoingtobringSergeantDaw;andfromherlookofapproval,IknewthatMargaret—MissTrelawny—understood.IwasatthedoorwhenMr.Corbeckcalledmeback.

           "Onemoment,"hesaid,"beforewebringastrangeronthescene.Itmustbeborneinmindthatheisnottoknowwhatyouknownow,thatthelampsweretheobjectsofaprolongedanddifficultanddangeroussearch.AllIcantellhim,allthathemustknowfromanysource,isthatsomeofmypropertyhasbeenstolen