ear's
excavation on the historical site.

Michael knew that such things were possible in Egypt, where tales as
wonderful as any in _A Thousand and One Nights_ are still being
enacted. Egypt's buried treasures are infinite. In that land of
amazing discoveries there has been nothing more amazing than the means
of their discovery.

High up in the blue, on his swaying seat on the camel's back, he felt
like a man in a cinematograph-theatre, gazing upon film after film as
it came into view and dissolved away.

The desert was the stage, his thoughts were the films. At one moment
the picture presented was his old friend in el-Azhar, rejoicing in the
knowledge that Michael's journey was accomplished, the treasure
realized. He could see the African's eyes glowing like living fire; he
could hear his sonorous chanting. His next vision was of Margaret and
her triumphant happiness; the next his own troubles and embarrassments,
the troubles of too great wealth. What was he to do with the treasure
now that he had discovered it? There were new laws and stringent
regulations and restrictions which must be adhered to; the Government
had become more grasping.

But these troubles he put aside. "Sufficient for the day was the
finding thereof," the proving to scoffers that visionaries had legs to
stand upon as well as heads. He could hear Freddy's boyish laugh, a
laugh of sheer incredulity and amazement, and while Freddy laughed he
could see and feel Margaret's eyes shining with victory. It made him
very nervous and excited to think that soon he would be able to
actually touch and examine the treasure and sacred writings of the
world's first divinely-inspired prophet. The doubts of his material
mind would be forever silenced when his fingers had held the jewels and
his eyes had seen the gold.

Again he felt convinced that the spirit of Akhnaton had selected him to
do this work. Freddy had been chosen to bestow upon mankind the
contents of the royal tomb, which held such a mass of confounding
matter. We are all the chosen workers in the Perfect Law, units in the
Divine State.

As he rode on and on, he wondered what Abdul was thinking about, what
his feelings were. Was he anticipating disappointment or success?
What had his eyes seen?

They were approaching the spot indicated by the saint. It would, of
course, take them some time to discover the chamber which held the
hidden treasure, but it was sufficiently thrilling t