Hassan setting about the task with a cheerful alacrity obviously artificial, I approached the native station master, with whom I was acquainted, and put to him a number of questions respecting his important functions--in which I was not even mildly interested. But to the Oriental mind a direct inquiry is an affront, almost an insult; and to have inquired bluntly the name of the deceased and the manner of his death would have been the best way to have learned nothing whatever about the matter. Therefore having discussed in detail the slothful incompetence of Arab ticket collectors and the lazy condition and innate viciousness of Egyptian porters as a class, I mentioned incidentally that I had observed a funeral leaving Rikka. The station master (who was bursting to talk about this very matter, but who would have declined on principle to do so had I definitely questioned him) now unfolded to me the strange particulars respecting the death of one, Ahmed Abdulla, who had been a retired dragoman though some time employed as an excavator. "He rode out one night upon his white donkey," said my informant, "and no man knows whither he went. But it is believed, Kernaby Pasha, that it was to the Haram el-Kaddâb" (the False Pyramid)--extending his hand to where, beyond the belt of fertility, the tomb of Sneferu up-reared its three platforms from the fringe of the desert. "To enter the pyramid even in day time is to court misfortune; to enter at night is to fall into the hands of the powerful _Efreet_ who dwells there. His donkey returned without him, and therefore search was made for Ahmed Abdulla. He was found the next day"--again the long arm shot out towards the desert--"dead upon the sands, near the foot of the pyramid." I looked into the face of the speaker; beyond doubt he was in deadly earnest. "Why should Ahmed Abdulla have wanted to visit such a place at night?" I asked. My acquaintance lowered his voice, muttered "_Sahâm Allah fee 'adoo ed--dîn!_" (May God transfix the enemies of the religion) and touched his forehead, his mouth, and his breast with the iron ring which he wore. "There is a great treasure concealed there, Kernaby Pasha," he replied; "a treasure hidden from the world in the days of Suleyman the Great, sealed with his seal, and guarded by the servants of Gánn Ibn-Gánn." "So you think the guardian _ginn_ killed Ahmed Abdulla?" The station master muttered invocations, and-- "There are things which may not be spoken of," he said; "but those who saw him dead say that he was terrible to look upon. A great _Welee_, a man of wisdom famed throughout Egypt, has been summoned to avert the evil; for if the anger of the _ginn_ is aroused they may visit the most painful and unfortunate penalties upon all Rikka...."