onze, and from his finger
the ring.

"Also I found other things which I delivered to the keeper of this
place, articles of jewellery that I seem to see to-night upon one who is
present here among you."

"Is the face of this figure the face you sought?" asked the Judge.

"It is the lovely face," he answered.

Menes took the effigy in his hand and read the cartouche that was
engraved beneath its breast.

"If there be here among us," he said, presently, "one who long after
my day ruled as queen in Egypt, one who was named Ma-Me, let her draw
near."

Now from where she stood glided Ma-Mee and took her place opposite to
Smith.

"Say, O Queen," asked Menes, "do you know aught of this matter?"

"I know that hand; it was my own hand," she answered. "I know that ring;
it was my ring. I know that image in bronze; it was my image. Look on
me and judge for yourselves whether this be so. A certain sculptor
fashioned it, the son of a king's son, who was named Horu, the first
of sculptors and the head artist of my Court. There, clad in strange
garments, he stands before you. Horu, or the Double of Horu, he who cut
the image when I ruled in Egypt, is he who found the image and the man
who stands before you; or, mayhap, his Double cast in the same mould."

The Pharaoh Menes turned to the magician Khaemuas and said:--

"Are these things so, O Seer?"

"They are so," answered Khaemuas. "This dweller on the earth is he who,
long ago, was the sculptor Horu. But what shall that avail? He, once
more a living man, is a violator of the hallowed dead. I say, therefore,
that judgment should be executed on his flesh, so that when the light
comes here to-morrow he himself will again be gathered to the dead."

Menes bent his head upon his breast and pondered. Smith said nothing. To
him the whole play was so curious that he had no wish to interfere with
its development. If these ghosts wished to make him of their number, let
them do so. He had no ties on earth, and now when he knew full surely
that there was a life beyond this of earth he was quite prepared to
explore its mysteries. So he folded his arms upon his breast and awaited
the sentence.

But Ma-Mee did not wait. She raised her hand so swiftly that the
bracelets jingled on her wrists, and spoke out with boldness.

"Royal Khaemuas, prince and magician," she said, "hearken to one who,
like you, was Egypt's heir centuries before you were born, one also who
ruled over the Two Lan