The Mysterious Mummy

Robins ran briskly upstairs at his command, and then-in fifteen seconds my transformation was complete. Gone were the weedy grey beard and moustache-gone the seedy, black garments and the elastic-sided boots-gone the old opera-hat-and, behold, I was Constable Smith, attired in mummy wrappings!

An acrobatic spring, and the bundle of aged garments was wedged behind a tall statue, where nothing but a most minute search could reveal it. Down again, not a second to spare! Into the empty sarcophagus at the further end of the room; and, lastly, a hideous rubber mask slipped over the ruddy features of Constable Smith and attached behind the ears, my arms stiffened and my hands concealed in the wrappings, and I was a long-dead mummy-with a neat leather case hidden beneath my arched back!.Brisk work, I assure you; but one grows accustomed to it in time.