Murder Makes a Mummy

I hope I haven't kept you waiting. Yes, this is the crime club. I'm the librarian. Murder makes a mummy. Yes, we have that story for you. Come right over. You're here. Good. Take the easy chair by the window.

Uncomfortable? The manuscript is on this shelf. Here it is. Murder makes a mummy. The very absorbing story of a corpse that wouldn't be bound by the rules. Let's look at it under the reading lamp. There are some people in this world who just can't be satisfied. One of them was Barney Crawford, some of Chief of Police Crawford. For most young men, that

would have been enough, but not Barney. Oh no. Barney wanted to be an Egyptologist, too. It was early one afternoon, and Barney was feeling very much at home in the Egyptian room of the local museum. He was having a wonderful time, explaining the wonders of a dead civilization to Janice Turner, his fiancé, who, at the moment, was sorry the civilization was not

only dead, but buried as well. Great mysterious Egypt. Cradle of civilization. What accomplishments? The pyramids, mummification, the Sphinx. Oh, it's such a beautiful day. I bet there are some people who are really enjoying it.

Look, here in this case is the Scarab. To you and me an ordinary beetle. But to the ancient Egyptians, a god who is... It's pretty. Of course. It's solid gold with emerald eyes. Now that would make a lovely pin on my new dress.

Yeah, let's go on, Janice. There's something in that case over there I want you to see. I'll probably never get over it. Yes, sir. One of the marvels of all time. The mummy. How do you do?