“You haven’t said much, Barry,” John Cumberland remarked, after an interval during which he had been closely watching his son; “but I think you have quite a lot to say all the same.” Barry started, looking up. Then he began to knock out his pipe on the heel of his shoe. “You mean, about--Zalithea?” John Cumberland nodded. “Well--I have!” Barry admitted. “She is the girl I saw twice in New Jersey and twice in New York!” “I knew it!” said John Cumberland. “I didn’t speak, when I saw it first. I was waiting. Now that we have actually found her, alive, it’s a different matter. Barry--I think I can explain the whole thing.” “Then go ahead, Dad!” Barry invited. “We have proof--living proof--that the Ancient Egyptians knew more than _we_ know. If they were wiser in one respect, it’s only reasonable to suppose they were wiser in others. Now, here’s what I believe: you didn’t see Zalithea in America. You had _prevision_ of her! Danbazzar spoke of what we know, upsetting physiology and psychology. It’s going to upset religion as well. I believe you had an incarnation in Egypt at the time of Seti I, and I believe Zalithea remembers you!” Barry started up excitedly. “Why,” he exclaimed, “I had come to just that conclusion only to-night! It’s unavoidable, Dad! There’s no other explanation.” They discussed the problem at some length, with the result that they agreed upon the main issue while differing about minor points. “Poor humanity’s unanswerable question--the destiny of the soul--has been answered for _us!_” said John Cumberland. “I’m dazzled, Barry, by the magnificence of all these revelations. We have learned something, or are on the verge of learning it, which has taxed the greatest intellects in history.” When finally John Cumberland turned in, Danbazzar had not come back from his tour of inspection. Barry, feverishly restless, lighted a fresh pipe and strolled out into the _wâdi_. The night was very dark. Leaving the door of the tent, he walked into a wall of shadow, until, around a natural buttress, he saw a patch of light upon the sand ahead. It came from the entrance of Zalithea’s tent. Danbazzar was just coming out. He wore the priest’s robe and linen skullcap. Barry paused: and in the next moment Danbazzar saw him. “I was coming to get you,” he called. “Why? Is there anything wrong?” Danbazzar joined him. “No,” he replied. “But old Safîyeh was hanging around to speak to me. She caught me on my way back. Come along and get into a robe.” “What!” Barry exclaimed. “Why?” “Because Princess Zalithea wants to see you!” Barry pulled up dead in his tracks. His heart began thumping. “How do you know?” he demanded. “I mean, how did she make you understand?” “Largely by signs,” Danbazzar admitted. “My Egyptian is mighty limited. But I’m learning.”