to sleep, but it can wake again; if it wakes--well, there is
the penitentiary for such as you."
Madame gasped and turned green. If Monsieur had drawn a bow at a
venture, evidently that chance arrow had found the bull's-eye, for now
she truly was frightened.
"What would you have me do?" she asked in a choking voice.
"Free this youth from your influence, as you can if you will."
"My influence! If I had any with him would not that bald skull of yours
by now have been shattered like an egg, seeing that he is strong and
holds a stick?"
"I have no time to waste, Madame. The Police Office closes early on
Sundays."
Then she gave in.
"Come here," she said sullenly to Godfrey, still speaking in French.
He came and stood before her sneezing, for the pungent dust of the
smashed mummy, which the Pasteur still ground beneath his large boots,
had floated up his nose.
"Cease that noise, little fool, and look at me."
Godfrey obeyed, but did not stop sneezing, because the mixture of
spices and organic matter would not allow him to do so. She stared at
him very evilly, muttered some more words, and made mystic upward
passes with her hands.
"There now," she said, "you are free, so far as I am concerned. But I
do not think that you are done with spirits, since they are guests
which once entertained to breakfast, stop to luncheon and to dinner;
yes, and pass the night when they are merriest. I think you will see
many spirits before you die, and afterwards--ah! who knows, little pig?
Put your string about his leg and take your little pig home, Pasteur.
He will not be drawn to come here again."
"Good, Madame, for remember, if he does I shall be drawn to call at the
Police Office. If Madame will take my advice she will try change of
air. Lucerne is cold in the winter, especially for those whose hearts
are not too strong. Is it finished?"
"Quite, for my part, but for you, interfering humbug, I do not know.
Get out of my room, both of you."
The Pasteur bowed with an old-fashioned politeness, and herding Godfrey
in front of him, turned to go. As he passed through the door something
hard hit him violently in the back, so that he nearly fell. It was the
head of the mummy, which Madame had hurled at him. It fell to the
floor, and striking against a chair leg, recoiled through the doorway.
Godfrey saw it, and an impulse seized him. Lifting that head, he
turned. Madame was standing in the middle of the room with her bac
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