Part 19 (1/2)

Marable and Betty were admitted, after they had pushed their way to the doors.

”Museum's closed to the public, sir,” replied a guard to Marable's question.

”Why?” asked Marable.

”Somethin's happened up in the paleontological laboratories,” answered the guard. ”Dunno just what, but orders come to clear the rooms and not let anybody in but members of the staff, sir.”

Marable hurried forward. Betty was at his heels. ”Please get yourself a gun,” she said, clutching his arm and holding him back.

”All right. I'll borrow one from a guard.”

He returned to the front doors, and came back, slipping a large pistol into his side pocket.

”I want you to wait here,” he said.

”No. I'm going with you.”

”Please,” he said. ”As your superior, I order you to remain downstairs.”

The girl shrugged. She allowed him to climb the stairs to the first floor, and then she hurried back in search of Smythe.

Smythe obtained a gun for her, and as she did not wish to wait for the slow elevator, she ran up the steps. Smythe could not tell her definitely what had occurred in the upper laboratory that had caused the museum to be closed for the day.

Her heart beating swiftly, Betty Young hurried up the second flight of stairs to the third floor. A workman, whom the girl recognized as a manual laborer in the paleontological rooms, came running down, pa.s.sing her in full flight, a look of abject terror on his face.

”What is it?” she cried.

He was so frightened he could not talk logically. ”There was a black fog--I saw a red snake with legs--”

She waited for no more. A pang of fear for the safety of Marable shot through her heart, and she forced herself on to the top floor.

Up there was a haze, faintly black, which filled the corridors. As Betty Young drew closer to the door of the paleontological laboratories, the mist grew more opaque. It was as though a sooty fog permeated the air, and the girl could see it was pouring from the door of the laboratory in heavy coils. And her nostrils caught the strange odor of fetid musk.

She was greatly frightened; but she gripped the gun and pushed on.

Then to her ears came the sound of a scream, the terrible scream of a mortally wounded man. Instinctively she knew it was not Marable, but she feared for the young professor, and with an answering cry she rushed into the smoky atmosphere of the outer laboratories.

”Walter!” she called.

But evidently he did not hear her, for no reply came. Or was it that something had happened to him?

She paused on the threshold of the big room where were the amber blocks.

About the vast floor s.p.a.ce stood the numerous ma.s.ses of stone and amber, some covered with immense canvas shrouds which made them look like ghost hillocks in the dimness. Betty Young stood, gasping in fright, clutching the pistol in her hand, trying to catch the sounds of men in that chamber of horror.

She heard, then, a faint whimpering, and then noises which she identified in her mind as something being dragged along the marble flooring. A m.u.f.fled scream, weak, reached her ears, and as she took a step forward, silence came.