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 men. Your candle throws long, queer shadows across the wall, and you can see only a very little way ahead of you, till another stone stairway plunges you into the depths again. Then at last you come to a place where there is no stair; and looking down into a silent, black well, you know that there below in the gloom stands the sarcophagus of the king."

Siddereticus, whose voice had sunk to a mysterious undertone, paused and then said abruptly:

"But nobody can really tell you about it. You have to see it."

"Oh," sighed Fen, "I wish I could!"

"So do I," said Siddereticus; "but it means riding a very bumpy donkey for an hour in the heat."

"An' I couldn't possibly do that! You aren't the kind of Djinn that has magic carpets, are you?" inquired Fen, rather diffidently. 12