It was Karamaneh who had uttered that cry of fear and horror!

Although I could perceive no connection betwixt the strange message and the cry in the night, intuitively I linked them, intuitively I knew that my fears had been well-grounded; that the shadow of Fu-Manchu still lay upon us.

Karamaneh occupied a large stateroom aft on the main deck; so that I had to descend from the upper deck on which my own room was situated to the promenade deck, again to the main deck and thence proceed nearly the whole length of the alleyway.

Karamaneh and her brother, Aziz, who occupied a neighboring room, met me, near the library.  Karamaneh’s eyes were wide with fear; her peerless coloring had fled, and she was white to the lips.  Aziz, who wore a dressing-gown thrown hastily over his night attire, had his arm protectively about the girl’s shoulders.

“The mummy!” she whispered tremulously—­“the mummy!”

There came a sound of opening doors, and several passengers, whom Karamaneh cries had alarmed, appeared in various stages of undress.  A stewardess came running from the far end of the alleyway, and I found time to wonder at my own speed; for, starting from the distant Marconi deck, yet I had been the first to arrive upon the scene.

Stacey, the ship’s doctor, was quartered at no great distance from the spot, and he now joined the group.  Anticipating the question which trembled upon the lips of several of those about me: 

“Come to Dr. Stacey’s room,” I said, taking Karamaneh arm; “we will give you something to enable you to sleep.”  I turned to the group.  “My patient has had severe nerve trouble,” I explained, “and has developed somnambulistic tendencies.”

I declined the stewardess’ offer of assistance, with a slight shake of the head, and shortly the four of us entered the doctor’s cabin, on the deck above.  Stacey carefully closed the door.  He was an old fellow student of mine, and already he knew much of the history of the beautiful Eastern girl and her brother Aziz.

“I fear there’s mischief afoot, Petrie,” he said.

“Thanks to your presence of mind, the ship’s gossips need know nothing of it.”

I glanced at Karamaneh who, since the moment of my arrival had never once removed her gaze from me; she remained in that state of passive fear in which I had found her, the lovely face pallid; and she stared at me fixedly in a childish, expressionless way which made me fear that the shock to which she had been subjected, whatever its nature, had caused a relapse into that strange condition of forgetfulness from which a previous shock had aroused her.  I could see that Stacey shared my view, for: 

“Something has frightened you,” he said gently, seating himself on the arm of Karamaneh’s chair and patting her hand as if to reassure her.  “Tell us all about it.”

For the first time since our meeting that night, the girl turned her eyes from me and glanced up at Stacey, a sudden warm blush stealing over her face and throat and as quickly departing, to leave her even more pale than before.  She grasped Stacey’s hand in both her own—­and looked again at me.