"Now, wait till I tell you. This papyrus is authentic, and it's nothing more nor less than an account of a great hoard of jewels and gold sunk, purposely, by an old Egyptian king to save them from seizure. You wouldn't understand all the reasons that prove this is a true bill, but it is, and so you must take my word for it. All right. The old duffer saw fit to sink this stuff in the Nile, at a certain spot, designated in this papyrus thing, and all I've got to do is to dig her up, and there you are!" Carr Loria's face lighted up with the enthusiasm of the true archæologist, and Pauline caught the spirit, too, as she exclaimed, "How splendid! How do you get down to it,--if it's under the Nile?" "It's a big scheme, Polly!" and Loria's eyes sparkled. "I've got to have a coffer-dam, an enormous one,--and, oh, and a whole lot of paraphernalia, and it will cost like fury, but the end justifies the expense,--and then, think of the glory of it!" "Have you got a right to do all this? Can anybody dig wherever he likes in Egypt?" "No, you little goose! But I've managed all that part. I won't tell even you about it, but I've--well, I've fixed it up. Now, listen here, Pollypops, you're to tell just simply _nobody_ a word of all this,--not one, littlest, leastest mite of a word! See?" "All right, Carr, of course I won't tell, if you say not to. But will you be away from us? Out of Cairo?" "Off and on. I'll be back and forth, you know. This place is up the Nile a bit, and, of course, I have to be there much of the time. But you'll be all right. I know heaps of people, jolly sort, too, and Mrs. Mac will take you round, and you'll have the time of your sweet young life!" "I'm sure I shall. But, Carr, have you forgotten all about America, and Aunt Lucy and--and Fleming Stone?" "No, Pauline, I haven't forgotten those things. But, I own up, aside from the awful circumstances, I'm not terribly wrought up over Aunt Lucy's death. Poor old thing, she wasn't so awfully happy, you know, and Lord knows, she didn't make anybody else happy. Then, too, you must realize that as I wasn't there, through the dreadful time, as you were, I can't feel the same thrill and horror of it. In fact, I try to forget it all I can, as I can't do anybody any good by mulling over it. So, if you want to please me, old girl, you'll refer to it as little as you can." "But don't you care who killed her? Don't you want to find out the murderer and bring him to justice?" "I want that done, Polly, but _I_ don't want to do it. That's why I put it all in Haviland's hands; that's why I didn't want to go to America, unless, as I told you at first, unless _you_ needed me. I can't pay proper attention to my work here if I have any such worriment as that on my shoulders. And I tell you, Pauline, this chance that has come to me is the chance of a lifetime, the chance of a century! It means fortune, fame and glory for me. It means--oh Pauline, it means _everything_!"