Проклятие мумии, или Камень Семи Звезд

           Thecutsinthepapercorrespondedwiththewoundsinthewrist!Noexplanationwasneeded,ashesaid:

           "ItwouldhavebeenbetterifmasterSilviohadnotbrokenhisparole!"

           Wewereallsilentforalittlewhile.SuddenlyMissTrelawnysaid:

           "ButSilviowasnotinherelastnight!"

           "Areyousure?Couldyouprovethatifnecessary?"Shehesitatedbeforereplying:

           "Iamcertainofit;butIfearitwouldbedifficulttoprove.Silviosleepsinabasketinmyroom.Icertainlyputhimtobedlastnight;Irememberdistinctlylayinghislittleblanketoverhim,andtuckinghimin.ThismorningItookhimoutofthebasketmyself.Icertainlynevernoticedhiminhere;though,ofcourse,thatwouldnotmeanmuch,forIwastooconcernedaboutpoorfather,andtoomuchoccupiedwithhim,tonoticeevenSilvio."

           TheDoctorshookhisheadashesaidwithacertainsadness:

           "Well,atanyrateitisnousetryingtoproveanythingnow.Anycatintheworldwouldhavecleanedblood-marks—didanyexist—fromhispawsinahundredthpartofthetimethathaselapsed."

           Againwewereallsilent;andagainthesilencewasbrokenbyMissTrelawny:

           "ButnowthatIthinkofit,itcouldnothavebeenpoorSilviothatinjuredFather.MydoorwasshutwhenIfirstheardthesound;andFather’swasshutwhenIlistenedatit.