Проклятие мумии, или Камень Семи Звезд

           Justbehindmychair,andalittlebackofit,stoodahighbuhlcabinet.Theglassdoorwasshattered.Iasked:

           "Wasthisthedirectionofyourfirstshotoryoursecond?"Theanswercamepromptly.

           "Thesecond;thefirstwasoverthere!"

           Heturnedalittletotheleft,moretowardthewallwherethegreatsafestood,andpointed.Ifollowedthedirectionofhishandandcametothelowtablewhereonrested,amongstothercurios,themummyofthecatwhichhadraisedSilvio’sire.Igotacandleandeasilyfoundthemarkofthebullet.Ithadbrokenalittleglassvaseandatazzaofblackbasalt,exquisitelyengravedwithhieroglyphics,thegravenlinesbeingfilledwithsomefaintgreencementandthewholethingbeingpolishedtoanequalsurface.Thebullet,flattenedagainstthewall,layonthetable.

           Ithenwenttothebrokencabinet.Itwasevidentlyareceptacleforvaluablecurios;forinitweresomegreatscarabsofgold,agate,greenjasper,amethyst,lapislazuli,opal,granite,andblue-greenchina.Noneofthesethingshappilyweretouched.Thebullethadgonethroughthebackofthecabinet;butnootherdamage,savetheshatteringoftheglass,hadbeendone.Icouldnotbutnoticethestrangearrangementofthecuriosontheshelfofthecabinet.Allthescarabs,rings,amulets,&c.werearrangedinanunevenovalroundanexquisitely-carvedgoldenminiaturefigureofahawk-headedGodcrownedwithadiskandplumes.