“What about the rumors?” asked Rocco.
Menzies turned a pair of surprised blue eyes on her. “Rumors?”
“All the talk about the tomb being cursed.”
Menzies chuckled. “The mummy’s curse? It’s marvelous. Now everyone will want to come.”
Rocco’s bright red lips tightened, cracking her heavy lipstick.
“And let’s not forget the original purpose of the Tomb of Senef—to remind the city that we are still the greatest natural history museum in the world. We need this distraction more than ever.”
A long silence settled on the group. Collopy finally stirred. “That’s damned persuasive, Hugo.”
“I find myself in the curious position of changing my mind,” said Darling. “I believe I concur with Dr. Menzies.”
Collopy looked at the PR head. “Josephine?”
“I still have my doubts,” she replied slowly. “But it’s worth a try.”
“Then that’s settled,” said Collopy.
As if on cue the door opened, with no knock, no announcement. A policewoman stood there, dressed in a smart gray suit, brass on her collar. Collopy glanced at his watch—she was on time to the second.
He rose. “May I introduce Captain of Homicide Laura Hayward. This is—”
“We’re all acquainted,” she said crisply. She turned a pair of violet eyes on him. She was disconcertingly young and attractive. Collopy wondered if she was some kind of affirmative-action type, advanced beyond her competence. Somehow, looking at those eyes, he doubted it.
“I’d like to speak with you privately, Dr. Collopy,” she said.
“Of course.”
The door closed after Menzies—the last to leave—had said his good-byes. Collopy turned his attention on Hayward. “Would you like to take a seat, Captain?”
After the briefest of hesitations, she nodded. “I think I will.” She sank down in a wing chair and Collopy noted that her skin was pale and she looked exhausted. And yet her violet eyes were anything but dull.
“What can I do for you, Captain?” he asked.
She withdrew a sheaf of folded papers from her pocket. “I’ve got here the results of the autopsy on Wicherly.”
Collopy raised his eyebrows. “Autopsy? Is there some mystery about how he died?”
By way of answer, she withdrew another piece of paper. “And here’s a diagnostic report on Lipper. The bottom line is they both suffered identical, sudden brain damage to the ventromedial cortex of the brain.”
“Indeed?”
“Yes. In other words, they both went insane in exactly the same way. The damage produced a sudden, violent psychosis in each of them.”
Collopy felt a cold sensation along the base of his spine. This was exactly what they had dismissed—that the incidents were somehow connected. This could ruin everything.
“The evidence suggests there’s some kind of environmental cause, and that it may be in or around the Tomb of Senef.”
“The tomb? Why do you say that?”
“Because that’s where both of them were immediately prior to the onset of symptoms.”
Collopy swallowed painfully, pulled at his collar. “This is astonishing news.”
“The M.E. thinks the cause could be anything: electrical shock to the head, poison, fumes or perhaps a malfunction in the ventilation system, an unknown virus or bacterium… We don’t know. This is, by the way, confidential information.”
“I’m glad of that.” Collopy felt the sensation of cold begin to spread. If this got out, it could put the lie to their statement and destroy all they had worked so hard for.
“Since I received this information two hours ago, I’ve put a special toxicological forensic team into the tomb. They’ve been at it for an hour and so far haven’t found anything. Of course, it’s early in their search.”
“This is very disturbing, Captain,” Collopy replied. “Is there any way the museum could be of assistance?”
“That’s exactly why I’m here. I want you to postpone the opening until we can locate the source.”
This was precisely what Collopy had been afraid of. He let a beat pass. “Captain, forgive me for saying so, but it seems you’ve jumped to two huge conclusions here: first, that the brain damage was caused by a toxin, and second, that this toxin is present in the tomb. It could have been anything—and happened anywhere.”
“Perhaps.”
“And you forget that others—many others—have spent significantly more time in the Tomb of Senef than Lipper and Wicherly. They’ve manifested no symptoms.”
“I didn’t forget that, Dr. Collopy.”