Hassan saluted profoundly, and Danbazzar now gave him permission to be seated. Discreetly, he took a chair a little removed from the others and waited to be addressed. John Cumberland glanced around to make sure that he could not be overheard; and: “How many men have you got?” he asked. “Hassan has engaged fifteen,” was the reply. “Most of them are already in Luxor.” “No suspicion has been aroused?” “Absolutely none,” Danbazzar assured him. “So far, there hasn’t been a single hitch.” “I take it these men are living in Luxor at present?” Barry asked. “Yes. In the native quarter, where most of them have friends; for they are all excavators and used to the work.” “We will have cocktails in my room,” said John Cumberland. “One never knows who may overhear us.” The party went upstairs to Cumberland’s suite, which overlooked the romantic gardens of the hotel, and cocktails were ordered. Hassan es-Sugra was a devout Moslem, one who had made the pilgrimage to Mecca. He drank coffee, which, when the waiter presently appeared, he took with him out on to the balcony, bowing deeply as he retired. “That’s a mysterious fellow!” said Barry. Danbazzar fixed the speaker with his piercing regard, and: “You’re right,” he agreed. “He’s quite a lot of mystery. But he holds some kind of position in the Moslem world that gives him complete control of the natives. He’s the best man at the job in Egypt. He can get things done that you or I couldn’t manage if we spent a million dollars. Yes, sir, Hassan es-Sugra is worth his weight in gold, and he knows the game from A to Z.” “Good!” commented John Cumberland. “I know the type and I believe you. Wasn’t he with Flinders Petrie at one time?” “The tomb?” asked Barry Cumberland eagerly. “It has not been disturbed?” Danbazzar stood up, and slowly crossing to a side table, dropped ash into a tray. He turned and: “It’s absolutely untouched,” he replied. “The entrance where I reclosed it is almost hidden by sand. You can rest easy.” He paused impressively. “No one has disturbed her.” “Gad!” Barry brought his hand down upon his knee. “It sounds almost too good to be true! But how did Hassan identify the tomb in the first place? How was he sure? How can _you_ be sure?” “You can take it I made sure before I started,” Danbazzar answered calmly, “but, anyway, Hassan never makes a mistake. You remember the cartouche in the papyrus? It was not that of any Pharaoh or any member of any known royal family. It was clearly meant to represent Princess Zalithea.” He stooped over the cane table at which John Cumberland and his son were seated. With a pencil he roughly outlined upon a newspaper which lay there a design of four figures. “We’re agreed,” he said, glancing up, “that its meaning is: ‘She Who Sleeps but Who Will Awake.’ Both Mr. Pain and Dr. Rittenburg have checked this.” “Well!” said Barry eagerly.