Проклятие мумии, или Камень Семи Звезд

           ItlookedasifnothingonGod’searthcouldeveragainbringbacktoitthecolouroflifeandhappiness.

           ItwasarelieftousallwhenDoctorWinchestercamein,breathlesswithrunning.Heonlyaskedonequestion:

           "Cananyonetellmeanythingofhowthiswoundwasgotten?"Onseeingtheheadshakewhichwentroundusunderhisglance,hesaidnomore,butappliedhimselftohissurgicalwork.ForaninstanthelookedupattheNursesittingsostill;butthenbenthimselftohistask,agravefrowncontractinghisbrows.Itwasnottillthearteriesweretiedandthewoundscompletelydressedthathespokeagain,except,ofcourse,whenhehadaskedforanythingtobehandedtohimortobedoneforhim.WhenMr.Trelawny’swoundshadbeenthoroughlycaredfor,hesaidtoMissTrelawny:

           "WhataboutNurseKennedy?"Sheansweredatonce:

           "Ireallydonotknow.IfoundherwhenIcameintotheroomathalf-pasttwoo’clock,sittingexactlyasshedoesnow.Wehavenotmovedher,orchangedherposition.Shehasnotwakenedsince.EvenSergeantDaw’spistol-shotsdidnotdisturbher."

           "Pistol-shots?Haveyouthendiscoveredanycauseforthisnewoutrage?"Therestweresilent,soIanswered:

           "Wehavediscoverednothing.IwasintheroomwatchingwiththeNurse.EarlierintheeveningIfanciedthatthemummysmellsweremakingmedrowsy,soIwentoutandgotarespirator.IhaditonwhenIcameonduty;butitdidnotkeepmefromgoingtosleep.