Between his knees was a third roll of papyrus.

I secured it, then held down the light and looked at him.

One glance at his face was enough to tell a doctor how he had died.
"This body was not much dried up.

Evidently it had not passed the allotted seventy days in natron, and therefore the expression and likeness were better preserved than is usual.

Without entering into particulars, I will only say that I hope I shall never see such another look as that which was frozen on this dead man's face.