Dreyer and Phyfe met him. The old archeologist was trembling with excitement. "I've found the mummy!" he said.
"What mummy?"
"The mummy of the one in the repository who was killed by the successful one."
"Who was it?"
"You'll see. He left a record for the discoverers of the repository."
They went into the enclosure that had been built to house the alien structure. Inside, the repository looked many times the size it had appeared in space. Underwood followed them into the familiar passages. They went down into the main chamber which had held the protoplasm of the Great One. Then Underwood observed an opening leading lower down.
"You found a way into the rest of the repository?"
"Yes, and how unfortunate we were not to have found our way into that portion first. But come."
Phyfe disappeared through the narrow opening and they passed three levels filled with unknown artifacts. Then at last they came to the smallest chamber formed by the curve of the outside hull. It was too small for them to stand upright and filled rapidly with Dreyer's cigar smoke.