here a day or two because I must go to Tunis anyhow, on my way across to Girgenti where there is some new digging just now. I would like to have another talk with him. At a first meeting one doesn't like to broach such matters; but I thought possibly I could interest him in a little expedition I have in mind to some buried temples in the south—not at all expensive. Well, we shall see." He sighed. "It is an old dream of mine."
"What made you think I knew him?" Ogle asked.
"That?" Medjila's twinkling quick eyes became mirthful; he shook his head, laughed gayly, and spoke in his outlandish language to the pupil. She replied, laughed too, and glanced brightly at Ogle. "I will tell you, sir," the archæologist said, after this cheerful interlude. "It is amusing. We were walking back to the inn just as we are now—Mr. Tinker and his daughter and the courier and my pupil and I. Mrs. Tinker didn't go into the ruins; she was waiting in one of the automobiles yonder by the Museum, and I think she must have been impatient to go on with their journey. People who wait a long time become fretful; that is natural. Mr. Tinker and my pupil were walking a little way in advance of us, and unfortunately she speaks neither English nor any of
