ber later; and to-day is when he
did want to remember later, and he's just strolled round with me to
point out the spots; and if that isn't a long enough sentence for you,
you must add some more yourself," drawing a long breath.

The Kid, enjoying himself hugely, hastened to add for Carew's benefit,
"It's only just a joke. Miss Pym wanted me to show her where our
visitor of the other day said he had divined gold."

"It's not a joke at all," declared Diana defiantly. "It's the key to
the whole mystery. While all you scientific folks are arguing this,
that, and the other, I want to look and see. Besides, if there are
antique gold ornaments, perhaps a few thousand years old, I want some.
I'm not specially in love with your old broken walls, but I'm ready to
be in love with your jewellery, worn a few thousand years ago."

"You Philistine!" exclaimed Meryl. "If you can't appreciate the ruins,
you certainly ought not to be allowed to possess a single treasure
taken from them."

"O rot!... What's the use of decayed old walls anyway? You and Major
Carew can have the heaps of stones. We don't want to rob you of so
much as a pebble. But we do badly want to dig down and look for a
corpse."

"And when did you propose to begin?" asked Carew.

"Well, I suppose a moonlight night would be best, when you're rolled
up in your den or else when you've gone off to a distant kraal."

"You would see a ghost in about half an hour," from Meryl, "and fly
for your life."

"O, are there ghosts?" looking suddenly dubious. "Did your diviner
divine any ghosts while he was about it?..." turning to Stanley. "You
never told me that. Of course, I shouldn't much like to be handling a
corpse, and feel its ghost put a cold, clammy hand on my shoulder.
What a horrible idea! Do you think there are any?"

"There might be;" and The Kid's eyes twinkled. "Of course, I supposed
you would imagine we ran risks of that sort."

"Ugh!..." with a cold shudder. "I believe I can see one now. It must
have overheard me saying I coveted those gold ornaments. Come away
quickly. I want ... I want ... now don't look shocked, Meryl; I want a
whisky and soda!..."

They followed her out from the gathering gloom of the walls into the
quick-coming darkness, and as she and Stanley pressed on ahead, Carew
and Meryl could only follow. As they did so they spoke little. It was
as though some bond of sympathy between them had slipped into being of
itself outside their consci