Проклятие мумии, или Камень Семи Звезд

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           "Howdidshecometofindhimatsuchanhour?Itwaslateinthenight,Isuppose?"

           "Idon’tknow,sir;Ididn’thearnothingatallofthedetails."

           Ashecouldtellmenomore,Istoppedthecarriageforamomenttolethimgetoutonthebox;thenIturnedthematteroverinmymindasIsatalone.ThereweremanythingswhichIcouldhaveaskedtheservant;andforafewmomentsafterhehadgoneIwasangrywithmyselffornothavingusedmyopportunity.Onsecondthought,however,Iwasgladthetemptationwasgone.IfeltthatitwouldbemoredelicatetolearnwhatIwantedtoknowofMissTrelawny’ssurroundingsfromherself,ratherthanfromherservants.

           WebowledswiftlyalongKnightsbridge,thesmallnoiseofourwell-appointedvehiclesoundinghollowlyinthemorningair.WeturneduptheKensingtonPalaceRoadandpresentlystoppedoppositeagreathouseontheleft-handside,nearer,sofarasIcouldjudge,theNottingHillthantheKensingtonendoftheavenue.Itwasatrulyfinehouse,notonlywithregardtosizebuttoarchitecture.Eveninthedimgreylightofthemorning,whichtendstodiminishthesizeofthings,itlookedbig.

           MissTrelawnymetmeinthehall.Shewasnotinanywayshy.Sheseemedtoruleallaroundherwithasortofhigh-breddominance,allthemoreremarkableasshewasgreatlyagitatedandaspaleassnow.