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“It’s quite clear what’s happened here,” the Metropolitan Police Antiques and Arts man said, without taking his eyes off Jennefer. “You send a mummy called Isis out to a public hospital for a mummygram and they shoot her through with jolts of radiation. This exposure to radiation has an effect you never expected. But maybe you should have. Her name should have been a clue. Isis. Maybe this is not just any Isis. It isn’t. It’s the Isis. Yes, I know, Isis was a goddess and most people think of gods and goddesses as immortals, but we know better. Egyptian gods and goddesses had a shelf life too. All things die, every man, every woman, every god, every goddess… so the writings tell us. Everything died, except the high god. And, as we know, don’t we, the writings also mention a tomb of Isis in Lower Egypt. As luck would have it, tomb raiders in revolutionary Egypt find her tomb and dig her up and she ends up here in London. But now you’ve gone and kick-started her back into life and she has checked herself out of the hospital and is now on the loose somewhere and on a rampage… killing anyone who gets in her way with her scorpion poison. Yes, scorpion venom, that’s right. Toxicology reports have confirmed it. And as we also know, Isis customarily called upon the protective power of the scorpion and in fact went on her journeys with seven scorpions in her entourage. We also know that Isis came to take over the attributes and iconography of all goddess, including Selkhet The Scorpion goddess, as is reflected in her title of the Lady of The Thousand Names, which may explain why she was able to inject her three victims with enough venom to stop an ox.”
“You know quite a bit about Egyptian mythology
for a policeman,” Jennefer said, resenting his levity. “And you obviously like
to fantasize about it.”
“My useless passion working in Arts and
Antiquities.”
“Thanks for your expert summation. That
wraps things up nicely,” Sebastian, the British Museum's Curator, said without a smile. “We can put this whole
problem to bed.”
The coffees arrived for Sebastian and
Jennefer.
The Metropolitan man certainly did like to
provoke and he was succeeding.
“You may think this is funny, but my sister
is lying in a hospital bed in a coma,” Jennefer said.
“Don’t mind me," the Antiques policeman said. "I like to state the
impossible, so that we can dispense with it and move on to the possible.”
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