led cry which reached me from somewhere
in the ship, below. Both my companions started as violently as I,
whereby I knew that the mystery of the wireless message had not been
without its effect upon their minds also. But whereas they paused in
doubt, I leaped from the room and almost threw myself down the ladder.

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