Carr Loria was at Heluan when he received Pauline's telegram. For a few moments he studied it, and then going to a hotel office, he possessed himself of a telegram blank which he proceeded to write on, by the use of a type-writer near-by. With a preoccupied look on his face, as if thinking deeply, he called Ahri and gave him a long and careful list of directions. And it was in pursuance of these directions that the Arab presented himself at Shepheard's at ten o'clock in the morning and asked for Miss Stuart. "What is it, Ahri?" asked Pauline, as she received the dragoman in her sitting room. "Miss Stoort," and the Arab was deeply respectful, "Mr. Loria begs that you go with me to Sakkara to visit the Pyramids and Necropolis." "Now?" said Pauline, in surprise. "Yes, my lady. Mr. Loria will himself meet you at the station. Will you start at once, please?" "But I am expecting a caller--Mr. Stone,----" "Pardon, but Mr. Loria said if you hesitated for any reason, to implore you to go with me quickly, and he will explain all." Pauline paled a little, but she said, simply, "Very well, Ahri, I will go at once." Escorted by the silent, majestic-mannered Arab, Pauline was taken through the crowded streets to the station, and they boarded a train just as it was leaving. "We did get the train, Miss Stoort," said Ahri, with his sad smile, "Mr. Loria would be greatly mad if we had missed it. Yes." Pauline nodded at him, her thoughts full of the spoiled day, which she had hoped to spend with Stone. Yet she longed to see Carr, she wanted to tell him what Mr. Stone had said about the beauty charm and---- "You said Mr. Loria would meet us at the station, Ahri; you put me on the train so quickly I had no chance to speak. Where is he?" "Not the Cairo station, my lady. The station at Bedrashein." "Where is that?" "Where we are going. We alight there to see the ruins of Memphis and the Pyramids of Sakkara." Pauline looked puzzled, but said no more and sat silently wrapped in her own thoughts, now of Stone, now of Carr, and again of herself. At Bedrashein, they left the train. Pauline looked anxiously around but saw nothing of her cousin. "I do not see him," said Ahri, gravely, meeting her inquiring glance; "but I obey his orders. He said, if he be not here, we go to the desert to meet him." "To the desert? How? Where?" "This way. Here are our carts." Ahri led the way to where two sand-carts stood waiting, evidently for them. They were a little like English dog-carts and drawn by desert horses. "You take that one, Miss Stoort, and I this," directed Ahri, standing with outstretched hand, like a commanding officer.