The illusion evidently affected Ruth as well as
me, for she drew nearer to me and whispered:
"These figures are quite startling. Did you see that Polynesian? I
really felt as if he were going to spring out on us."
"They are rather uncanny," I admitted, "but the danger is over now. We
are passing out of their sphere of influence."
We came out on a landing as I spoke and then turned sharply to the left
along the North Gallery, from the centre of which we entered the Fourth
Egyptian Room.
Almost immediately, a door in the opposite wall opened; a peculiar,
high-pitched humming sound became audible, and Jervis came out on tiptoe
with his hand raised.
"Tread as lightly as you can," he said. "We are just making an
exposure."
The attendant turned back with his lantern, and we followed Jervis into
the room from whence he had come. It was a large room, and little
lighter than the galleries, for the single glow-lamp that burned at the
end where we entered left the rest of the apartment in almost complete
obscurity.
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