[Sodium_noir] Hell is other people

[Dr. Lazarus]

Dr. Hiram Lazarus


Hiram had spent the rest of the day at the museum. He had remembered an
especially interesting artifact that one of the diggers in Egypt had
uncovered. A letter had been sent detailing it as an odd cylinder shaped
object wrapped in linen, carrying a cartouche with the goddess  Bast's name
on it. What was odd about it was the remarkable preservation, other objects
from the same site were nowhere near as well kept. This interested Hiram,
and he had looked forward to its arrival at the museum, but as the days went
by without it turning up, he began to worry.

He had gone over nearly everything that came in, but still no mysterious
cylinder. He was beginning to suspect that someone had robbed the expedition.

After an exhaustive search he suddenly noted the time. It was getting on
toward 8 PM and it was already dark outside. It was also about time for him
to be getting to Lady Sinclair's if he had wanted a shot at a little more
funding for the exhibit before the party-goers had taken in too much for one
evening.

He called a cab and waited outside for it to show. When the cabbie noticed
that his passenger was a man in a wheelchair, he was visibly disappointed.
After bundling Hiram into the cab, and his, heavier than it looked, chair
into the trunk, they were off.

After a stop at his house, Hiram had picked up his best tweed, his only
'dress' clothes he had. He arrived at the Sinclair mansion which was already
alive with activity; people outside, smoking, or simple enjoying the night
air, more inside, eating butler passed hors d'oeuvres and drinking champagne.

Hiram wheeled up to the front steps. Figures, he thought, no ramp. He
glanced around for a moment, then engaged his chair's motor and climbing
apparatus. A series of hook-shaped flanges sprung from the large wheels of
the chair, and the motor carried if forward, the flanges gripping the
stairs. It was a bumpy ride, but Hiram got to the top with relative ease. He
quickly deactivated the devices and wheeled through the large door.

He looked around. Everybody from city officials, to big business tycoons, to
the social elite was here. Hiram strained to grab a glass of champagne from
a passing tray, then he wheeled off to try and mingle.


(My safety word is: TAG) 
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