The Ghoul

We don't want to buy no lino nor nothin'.

- Mr dragore, please. - Oh, "im.

No sound, please.

After two years I find you.

I want the eternal light.

You found me too late.

It's no longer mine.

I can kill with this from the end of the room.

No lies, please.

You cannot kill in england, mahmoud.

They... they get their murderers here, and... hang them.

I have not come alone.

If I hang, there are others.

The eternal light goes back to the tomb from which you stole it.

- But I tell you, I have not got it! - Please, I am not a child.

I... I sold it.

To whom did you sell it?

To professor morlant.

That robber of the dead.

Has he sold it?

- He did not buy to sell. - What then?

- Like you, mahmoud. He believes. - Believes?

He believes that the eternal light...

Will open for him the gates of paradise?

Even so...

He gave the best part of his fortune for it.

And very soon he will know whether or not he was right.

What do you mean?

Professor morlant...

Is dying!

Then you think it will be buried with him?

I'm sure of it.

We have only got to wait...

Until he is dead.

I'm near death...

Opener of the way.

What's that?

Well, what is it?

Good evening.

I happen to be staying in the neighbourhood...

And hearing of your master's illness, I took the Liberty of calling.

How is he tonight?

He'll never see the morning.

He hasn't asked for anyone of my cloth?

Nor will he.

He's set in his ways...

And they're the ways of the heathen.

I know he won't see the rector...

But though I'm a comparative stranger, I don't like to leave a man to die like that.

He'll die in his own fashion...

- As he has lived. - Still, sometimes at the end...

Not with him.

He's stubborn and unbending.

And will be so at the throne itself.

Well, I suppose I can be of no use, then.

No manner of use.

Goodnight.

He's asking for you.

Where can I find mr broughton?

Who is it?

Come in or go out!

You'll have to go up soon, if you want to see him again.

Curious house, this.

Curious owner.

Yes, but I suppose a great egyptologist can't be expected to be like other people.

Well, he'll be like a great many other people soon.

That's not a very sympathetic thing to say.

I'm not a sympathetic man.

Want a drink?

That's, uh... across the hall, isn't it?

I daresay.

Thanks.

Seventy-five thousand...

September twenty-second, nineteen thirty-one.

Daily journal.

Nineteen...

Twenty-two.

The eternal light...

Mine at last.

- I want to see laing... laing. - I'm here.

Is the door shut?

It is.

- No listeners? - None.

- The curtains. - They are drawn.

Come nearer.

This man, broughton...

Watch... broughton.

You were always suspicious.

Have you ever trusted a living soul?

Only fools.

I trust you.

Better to trust in the spirit than in the flesh.

I put my trust...

In my own gods.

And now... when I am dead...

My funeral.

You will bury me at dusk...

In the clothes I told you.

You will place the figure of Anubis...

At the west of the inner chamber.

I will.

And on the night...

Of the full moon...

At the first hour...

I will make my offering of the eternal light...

To Anubis...

Opener of the ways.

If I have done well in his sight...

Those fingers will close over the Jewel...

And he will open to me the gates of immortality.

The hand of a heathen image will no come to life.

Ahh... the bandage, the bandage.

Look.

This... is the eternal light.

It must rest... in my hand.

A man will no find peace who robs his heirs.

Bandage my hand.

The eternal light...

Must lie with me...

In the tomb.

You're afraid of me?

I'm afraid for you.

If this should leave me...

Then you'll have reason... to fear.

For when the full moon strikes the door of my tomb...

I will come back.

You hear?

I will come back... to kill!

Bandage...

My hand.

Doctor! Doctor!

Doctor!

Window...

Open... oh... oh...

It's all over.

Make out a certificate. Heart failure.

What was the idea of bandaging his hand like that?

I cannae say.

He had many a queer fancy.

I'll be round in the morning to sign the certificate.

I'll no' be leaving my master's side til his body is laid to rest.

Ah.

Where are you going?

To feed the lamp that is to burn inside.

- It shouldn't be allowed. - It's all wrong.

Wait... you're leaving the key inside.

Aye... that was another of his queer fancies.

When your master died, laing, I believe him to have been possessed of a Jewel of great value.

Do you know anything about it?

Nothing.

I advise you to be very careful, laing.

I have a careful nature.

You may be putting yourself perilously near dishonesty.

I've seen men nearer.

You may regret this, laing.

Davies.

I want you to stay here and watch that man with the club foot.

I'm not a detective, mr broughton.

One more word from you, Davies, and you're out of work.

I have reason to believe that he has stolen a valuable piece of property.

He may make an effort to get rid of it.

Watch him... and telephone me at my office if he leaves the house.

Very good, sir.

Harlon.

Miss Betty harlon.

52 blandford street.

Carrier!

From repson's.

Ten shillings if you'll drive me to yaxford station, in time to catch the five o'clock train.

I'll oblige yer, guv'nor.

I was going straight back, as it was.

That's a very old carpet, mr morlant, I should be glad if you will not kick it to pieces.

I'm sorry, but when I'm angry I do kick.

Would you like to explain that?

Yes, I intend to.

By your own statement, miss harlon and I are the sole heirs of professor morlant.

We were informed neither of his death, nor of his funeral.

Your uncle died and was buried in a certain way, according to his wishes, which...

Need I go on?

Almost his last words were a threat to return from the dead.

In my opinion, he was mad.

Well, that may be so.

But, miss harlon and I should have been consulted.

But I understood that you and miss harlon were not on speaking terms.

Oh, what of that? You expect quiet at a funeral, don't you?

Yes, I also expected...

I'm very sorry but, after all, this means a good deal to both of us.

- My uncle was worth about four thousand a year. - Well, he isn't now.

What do you mean by that?

He spent a good deal, you know?

It may surprise you to know that some time ago, he drew a cheque for £75,000.

What for?

I don't know.

You don't know? You were in charge of all his affairs, and you don't know?

That is what I said.

And I advise you to look after the tone of your voice.

I'm not at all sure I haven't much more important things to look after than the tone of my voice.

I don't follow you.

I'm going to run down to earlsvale house tomorrow morning.

Yes, well I... I don't think you realise the...