SHE WHO SLEEPS A ROMANCE OF NEW YORK AND THE NILE BY SAX ROHMER 1928 DOUBLEDAY, DORAN & COMPANY, INC. GARDEN CITY, NEW YORK [COPYRIGHT] COPYRIGHT, 1928, BY DOUBLEDAY, DORAN & COMPANY, INC. COPYRIGHT, 1928, BY LIBERTY WEEKLY, INC. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. FIRST EDITION CONTENTS I. A FLASH OF LIGHTNING II. THE DIVIDING LINE III. A WEEK LATER IV. SHADED WINDOWS V. BARRY IS HAUNTED VI. DANBAZZAR VII. ZALITHEA VIII. SPECIAL OPINIONS IX. EGYPT BOUND X. CAIRO XI. LUXOR XII. THE CAMP IN THE DESERT XIII. THE EXCAVATORS XIV. THE HAUNTED VALLEY XV. THE HAWWARA XVI. THE HOLE IN THE WALL XVII. MR. TAWWAB COMES TO TERMS XVIII. THE LOTUS SARCOPHAGUS XIX. THE VOICE IN THE VALLEY XX. THE RITUAL XXI. THE AWAKENING XXII. A SUMMONS FROM THE PRINCESS XXIII. AN ENGLISH LESSON XXIV. THE RETURN TO LUXOR XXV. SOCIAL AMENITIES XXVI. IN NEW YORK XXVII. ABOUT IT AND ABOUT XXVIII. A DOOR CLOSES XXIX. THE HIEROGLYPHIC LETTER XXX. MARGUERITE DEVINA XXXI. THE MEETING XXXII. THE GREAT AHMES XXXIII. A FLASH OF LIGHTNING SHE WHO SLEEPS CHAPTER I. A FLASH OF LIGHTNING Barry Cumberland pushed on through a growing darkness. There seemed to be an unfamiliar quality in this darkness which he first noticed when, quite mechanically, he stooped to switch on his headlights, and in doing so saw the time by the clock in the car. He slowed down for a moment, on a crossways, and stared into the west. A great cloud, black as the pall of Avalon, was draped before the sinking sun. As he watched, it crept farther and farther up the dome of blue, like a velvet curtain drawn by giant hands. Through a gap in the trees which had closely beset the path for some distance now, Barry looked down into the valley along which his route lay to the highroad and New York. Three hundred feet below, perched apparently on the edge of a ravine, he saw a house. Some rent in the curtain of the storm had allowed a ray like a searchlight to break through and to shine upon a sort of turret which crowned the building. Shrinking behind guardian walls and overhanging yet lower depths, the effect was that of a drawing by Sidney Sime. Beyond, the road zigzagged, disappeared into shadow, later to reappear in the form of a bridge, until it finally became lost to sight before the plain was reached. The moving curtain blotted out the light. Where a fairy castle had been, eerily illuminated, came blackness. He looked ahead sharply, accelerated, and knowing the violence of these sudden storms in the mountains, prayed that his Rolls would deliver him from treacherous byways before the blinding rain began.