Part 25 (2/2)
”I'm a fixture.”
Smith ascended the stairs, opened Bellingham's door and stepped in.
Bellingham was seated behind his table, writing. Beside him, among his litter of strange possessions, towered the mummy case, with its sale number 249 still stuck upon its front, and its hideous occupant stiff and stark within it. Smith looked very deliberately round him, closed the door, and then stepping across to the fire-place, struck a match and set the fire alight. Bellingham sat staring, with amazement and rage upon his bloated face.
”Well, really now, you make yourself at home,” he gasped.
Smith sat himself deliberately down, placing his watch upon the table, drew out his pistol, c.o.c.ked it, and laid it in his lap. Then he took the long amputating knife from his bosom, and threw it down in front of Bellingham.
”Now, then,” said he, ”just get to work and cut up that mummy.”
”Oh, is that it?” said Bellingham with a sneer.
”Yes, that is it. They tell me that the law can't touch you. But I have a law that will set matters straight. If in five minutes you have not set to work, I swear by the G.o.d who made me that I will put a bullet through your brain!”
”You would murder me?”
Bellingham had half risen, and his face was the colour of putty.
”Yes.”
”And for what?”
”To stop your mischief. One minute has gone.”
”But what have I done?”
”I know and you know.”
”This is mere bullying.”
”Two minutes are gone.”
”But you must give reasons. You are a madman--a dangerous madman. Why should I destroy my own property? It is a valuable mummy.”
”You must cut it up, and you must burn it.”
”I will do no such thing.”
”Four minutes are gone.”
Smith took up the pistol and he looked towards Bellingham with an inexorable face. As the secondhand stole round, he raised his hand, and the finger twitched upon the trigger.
”There! there! I'll do it!” screamed Bellingham.
In frantic haste he caught up the knife and hacked at the figure of the mummy, ever glancing round to see the eye and the weapon of his terrible visitor bent upon him. The creature crackled and snapped under every stab of the keen blade. A thick yellow dust rose up from it. Spices and dried essences rained down upon the floor. Suddenly, with a rending crack, its backbone snapped asunder, and it fell, a brown heap of sprawling limbs, upon the floor.
<script>