e ought to pass on to the next--"O Worthy of All
Honour," and after that the sixty-fifth, "O Thou Only One." No one
ever stopped at the sixty-third bead; all the attributes of Allah had
to be recited. But Abdul was still saying it over and over again. "O
Source of Discovery," "O Source of Discovery." The words danced before
Michael's eyes in letters of gold, like the advertisement of Bovril
which he had watched so often from the Thames Embankment, as it
appeared and disappeared in the sky across the river.

And then again the letters were obliterated by the nude figure of
Millicent, with her hanging breasts of jewels. How delicate her limbs
were, how white her skin! The sun would blister it; if he could only
reach her, he would give her his coat. Like himself, she was walking
in the clear air and not on the firm earth. She was walking as St.
Peter had walked on the waves of the sea.

Then something happened. He stumbled and would have fallen, but for a
great strength which gathered him up and sheltered him under the shadow
of Everlasting Arms.

* * * * * *

Abdul, with Eastern philosophy, had sat himself down to wait while his
master interviewed the director of the "dig." His soul was vexed and
his mind was ill at ease. His master's health was the principal cause
of his anxiety. His anger at the harlot, and his disappointment,
mingled with this anxiety, made him unusually despondent.

He seated himself on a knoll where his master could easily see him when
he left the excavator's tent. It was not yet time for the performance
of his maghrib, or sunset prayer, which had to be said a few minutes
after the sun had set. He began to recite his rosary, telling an
attribute of God to each bead. When he had got about half-way through
the long list of names which form the Mohammedan rosary and by which
the Moslem addresses his Creator, he saw Michael leave the tent and
walk out into the sunlight.

For a moment or two he seemed to be walking quite steadily and to be
coming towards him. Then suddenly he began to stagger and lurch like a
drunken man.

Abdul rose from his seat and hurried towards him. What had seemed such
a long way to Michael had only been a few yards. His visions and fears
and the constant repetition of the sixty-third attribute of Allah had
been concentrated into the last few seconds before he stumbled and
fell, just as our dreams are enacted in the last mome