the fascination of the horrible kept his glance fixed in hypnosis on the gruesome object before him. "We are ready." Dr. Zweig said in a low voice.
They began to bathe the body
with a sharp-smelling antiseptic,
taking off all remaining traces of the
preservatives used.
"Remarkable how perfect this thing is," breathed the physician, "Remarkable!"
Now at last the way was open for the work of revival. Large electric pads were brought out, laid all over the body, face and legs. Current was switched into them; the body surface was slowly brought up to normal warmth.
Then arteries and veins were open' ed, tubes clamped to them running from apparatus under the table. Severus understood that warm artificial blood was being pumped into the body to warm up the internal organs and open up the flow of blood again.
Shortly Dr. Zweig announced himself ready to attempt the final work toward actually bringing the now pliant and vibrant corpse to life. Already the body seemed like that of a living man, the flush of red tinging its skin and cheeks. Severus was in a cold sweat.
"Blood flow's again through his veins and arteries," whispered the Egyptologist. "It is time to turn off the mechanical heart and attempt to revive his own."
A needle was plunged into the chest, a substance injected into the dormant, thousands-year old cardiac apparatus of the body. Adrenalin, Severus assumed.
Over the mouth and nostrils of the former mummy a bellows was placed, air forced into the lungs at regular periods. For a while there was no result. Severus began fervently to hope that there would be no result. The air was supercharged with tension, horror mixed with scientific zeal. Through the chamber, the wheeze of the bellows was the only sound.
"Look!"
Someone cried out the word, electrifying all in the room of resurrection. A hand pointed shakily at the chest of the thing on the table. There was more action now; the chest rose and fell more vigorously. Quietly the doctor reached over and pulled away the face mask and stopped the pumps.
And the chest of the Egyptian still moved. Up and down in a ghastly rhythm of its own. Now to their ears became noticeable an odd sound, a rattling soft wheezing sound as of air being sucked in and out of a sleeping man.
"He breathes." The doctor reached out and laid a finger on the body's wrist. "The heart beats."
"He lives again!"
Their eyes stared at wrhat had been done. There, on the table, lay a man, a light brown-skinned, sharp Semitic-featured man, appearing to be in early middle age. He lay there as one quietly asleep.
"Who will waken him?" whispered Severus above the pounding of his heart.
"He will awaken soon," was the answer. "He will rise and walk as if nothing had happened."
Severus shook his head, disbelievingly. Then—
The Egyptian moved. His hand shook slightly; the eyes opened with a jerk.
Spellbound they stood, the eyes of
