“We had lost three whole days of our reckoning—­out of our lives—­whilst we had stood wondering in that chamber of the dead.  Was it strange, then, that we had a superstitious feeling with regard to the dead Queen Tera and all belonging to her?  Is it any wonder that it rests with us now, with a bewildering sense of some power outside ourselves or our comprehension?  Will it be any wonder if it go down to the grave with us at the appointed time?  If, indeed, there be any graves for us who have robbed the dead!” He was silent for quite a minute before he went on: 

“We got to Cairo all right, and from there to Alexandria, where we were to take ship by the Messagerie service to Marseilles, and go thence by express to London.  But

     ‘The best-laid schemes o’ mice and men Gang aft agley.’

At Alexandria, Trelawny found waiting a cable stating that Mrs. Trelawny had died in giving birth to a daughter.

“Her stricken husband hurried off at once by the Orient Express; and I had to bring the treasure alone to the desolate house.  I got to London all safe; there seemed to be some special good fortune to our journey.  When I got to this house, the funeral had long been over.  The child had been put out to nurse, and Mr. Trelawny had so far recovered from the shock of his loss that he had set himself to take up again the broken threads of his life and his work.  That he had had a shock, and a bad one, was apparent.  The sudden grey in his black hair was proof enough in itself; but in addition, the strong cast of his features had become set and stern.  Since he received that cable in the shipping office at Alexandria I have never seen a happy smile on his face.

“Work is the best thing in such a case; and to his work he devoted himself heart and soul.  The strange tragedy of his loss and gain—­for the child was born after the mother’s death—­took place during the time that we stood in that trance in the Mummy Pit of Queen Tera.  It seemed to have become in some way associated with his Egyptian studies, and more especially with the mysteries connected with the Queen.  He told me very little about his daughter; but that two forces struggled in his mind regarding her was apparent.  I could see that he loved, almost idolised her.  Yet he could never forget that her birth had cost her mother’s life.  Also, there was something whose existence seemed to wring his father’s heart, though he would never tell me what it was.  Again, he once said in a moment of relaxation of his purpose of silence: 

“’She is unlike her mother; but in both feature and colour she has a marvellous resemblance to the pictures of Queen Tera.’

“He said that he had sent her away to people who would care for her as he could not; and that till she became a woman she should have all the simple pleasures that a young girl might have, and that were best for her.  I would often have talked with him about her; but he would never say much.  Once he said to me:  ’There are reasons why I should not speak more than is necessary.  Some day you will know—­and understand!’ I respected his reticence; and beyond asking after her on my return after a journey, I have never spoken of her again.  I had never seen her till I did so in your presence.