The Mysterious Mummy

The Mysterious Mummy Sax Rohmer
It was about five o'clock on a hot August afternoon, that a tall, thin man, wearing a
weedy beard, and made conspicious by an ill-fitting frock-coat and an almost napless silk
hat, walked into the entrance hall of the Great Portland Square Museum. He carried no
stick, and, looking about him, as though unfamiliar with the building, he ultimately
mounted the principal staircase, walking with a pronounced stoop, and at intervals
coughing with a hollow sound.
His gaunt figure attracted the attention of several people, among them the attendant in the
Egyptain room. Hardened though he was to the eccentric in humanity, the man who hung
so eagerly over the mummies of departed kings and coughed so frequently, nevertheless
secured his instant attention. Visitors of the regulation type were rapidly thinning out, so
that the gaunt man, during the whole of the time he remained in the room, was kept under
close surveillance by the vigilant official. Seeing him go in the direction of the stairs, the
attendant supposed the strange visitor to be about to leave the Museum. But that he did
not immediately do so was shown by subsequent testimony.
The day's business being concluded, the staff of police who patrol nightly the Great
Square Museum duly filed into the building. A man is placed in each room, it being his
duty to examine thoroughly every nook and cranny; having done which, all doors of
communication are closed, the officer on guard in one room being unable to leave his
post or to enter another. Every hour the inspector, a sergeant, and a fireman make a round
of the entire building: from which it will be seen that a person having designs on any of
the numerous treasures of the place would require more than average ingenuity to bring
his plans to a successful issue.
In recording this very singular case, the only incident of the night to demand attention is
that of the mummy in the Etruscan room.
Persons familiar with the Great Portland Square Museum will know that certain of the
tombs in the Etruscan room are used as receptacles for Egyptian mummies that have, for
various reasons, never been put upon exhibition. Anyone who has peered under the
partially raised lid of a huge sarcophagus and found within the rigid form of a mummy,
will appreciate the feelings of the man on night duty amid surroundings so lugubrious.
The electric light, it should be mentioned, is not extinguished until the various apartments
have been examined, and its extinction immediately precedes the locking of the door.
The constable in the Etruscan room glanced into the various sarcophagi and cast the rays
of his bull's-eye lantern into the shadows of the great stone tombs. Satisfied that no one
lurked there, he mounted the steps leading up to the Roman gallery, turning out the lights
in the room below from the switch at the top. The light was still burning on the ground
floor, and the sergeant had not yet arrived with the keys. It was whilst the man stood
awaiting his coming that a singular thing occurred.
From somewhere within the darkened chamber beneath, there came the sound of a hollow

cough!
By no means deficient in courage, the constable went down the steps in three bounds, his
lantern throwing discs of light on stately statues and gloomy tombs. The sound was not
repeated:
and having nothing to guide him to its source, he commenced a second methodical search
of the sarcophagi, as offering the most likely hiding places. When all save one had been
examined, the constable began to believe that the coughing had existed only in his
imagination. It was upon casting the rays of his bull's-eye into the last sarcophagus that
he experienced a sudden sensation of fear. It was empty; yet he distinctly remembered,
from his previous examination, that a mummy had lain there!
At the moment of making this weird discovery, he realised that he would have done
better, before commencing his search for the man with the cough, first to turn on the light;
for it must be remembered that he had extinguished the electric lamps. Determined to do
so before pursuing his investigations further, he ran up the steps-to find the Roman
gallery in darkness. The bright disc of a lantern was approaching from the upper end, and
the man ran forward.
'Who turned off the lights here?' came the voice of the sergeant.
'That's what I want to know! Somebody did it while I was downstairs!' said the constable,
and gave a hurried account of the mysterious coughing and the missing mummy.
'How long has there been a mummy in this tomb?' asked the sergeant.
'There was one there a month back, but they took