But, I have so much to do, my dear… And my notes are in such disorder. [Laughs] Writing the history of the Great Rachnes is more of a job than I bargained for, but… well, I suppose it’s my duty.  The least I can do for him after digging him out of his tomb after his five thousand-year sleep.

Why away from here? [Quietly Logical} Rachnes surely can’t bother me here in my own house. We’re thousands of miles from Egypt… [Laughs] But here I am talking as If Rachnes were alive and able to harm me. That’s what comes of writing histories… Time loses all meaning…

To himself] Now, to get back to work… Let me see… [Shuffling of papers] Oh, yes… [Reads] In the year of famine, Rachnes ordained that families containing more than five children must be reduced to five in order to conserve the food supply. Thereupon followed the most brutal, bloody slaughter of young children ever recorded in the annals of Egypt… [Pause] [Shuffling of papers] [Piping Music starts] As near as we can make out from the Hieroglyphic inscriptions… [Stops reading] What’s this? It sounds like…. [Scared] No… No… It can’t be…. [Sound of a Snake crawling across the papers on the desk] [Scared] The urn… Help! Help! Somebody…. [Screams, Dr. Baldring falls to the floor]