“It wasn't a very long story,” he went on, “but it is a true one. I happened to think of it just now while we were talking, you and I and--ah--Miss Martha. It is about me. On one of my expeditions in Egypt, Miss Lu--Oh, good gracious!--On one of my Egyptian expeditions, Lulie, I was in search of a certain tomb, or group of tombs. It was on this expedition, by the way, that we found the very remarkable statue of Amenemhait; Amenemhait III, you know.” Lulie smiled. “I DON'T know,” she said, “but it doesn't matter.” “Eh? Oh, no, not at all, not in the least. He was a Pharaoh of the first Theban period. But that doesn't matter either; and he hasn't anything to do with this story. We had learned of the existence of this group of tombs, or that they had existed at one time, and of their approximate location, from an inscription dug up by myself at--” The door of the light keeper's cottage swung open with a bang. A voice roared across the night. “Lulie!” shouted Captain Jethro. “Lulie!” The Bangs' story broke off in the middle. Its narrator and his young companion turned startled faces toward the sound. “Lulie!” bellowed Captain Jeth, again. “Lulie!” Lulie answered. “Why, yes, father,” she said. “I am right here, at the gate. Why are you shouting so? What is the matter?” The captain seemed much surprised. He raised a hand to shield his eyes from the lamplight in the room behind him. “Hey?” he queried. “Where be you? You ain't right there at the gate, are you?” “Why, yes, of course I am.” “Humph!...” Then, with renewed suspicion, “Who's that with you?” “Mr. Bangs. I ran over to Martha's for a minute or two, and he walked home with me.” “Good-evening, Captain Hallett,” hailed Galusha. Captain Jethro pulled his beard. “Humph!” he grunted. “Humph! Mr. Bangs, eh?... Humph! I thought--Cal'late I must have fell asleep on the sofy and been dreamin'.... Humph!... Lulie, you better come in now, it's chilly out here. Mr. Bangs can come, too, I suppose likely--if he wants to.” It was not the most cordial of invitations and Galusha did not accept it. “I must get back to the house, Captain,” he said. “It IS chilly, as you say. No doubt he is right, Lulie. You mustn't stay. Good-night.” “But, Mr. Bangs, you haven't finished your story.” “Eh? Dear me, so I haven't. Well--” “Lulie!” Captain Jethro's voice was fretful. “Lulie, you come along in now. I want you.” Lulie shook her head resignedly. “Yes, father,” she replied, “I'm coming this minute. You see?” she whispered. “He is getting back all the impatience and--and strangeness that he had last fall. It is that dreadful spirit business. Oh, dear!”