Is it finished ?" "Quite, for my part, but for you, interfering humbug, I do not know.
Get out of my room, both of you." The Pasteur bowed with an old-fashioned politeness, and herding Godfrey in front of him, turned to go.

As he passed through the door something hard hit him violently in the back, so that he nearly fell.

It was the head of the mummy, which Madame had hurled at him.

It fell to the floor, and striking against a chair leg, recoiled through the doorway.
Godfrey saw it, and an impulse seized him.

Lifting that head, he turned.