"The plunder of Khafra and Sigur, by my mummy!" Kenkenes ejaculated.
"Will they return?" Rachel asked, in a voice full of fear.
"They are gathered to Amenti for their misdeeds many months agone," he
explained. "See how thickly the dust lies here without a print upon
it. They were tomb-robbers. None of the authorities could discover
their hiding-place, and lo! here it is."
He walked round the sarcophagus and found at the head, on the floor,
several bronze cases sealed with pitch. He opened one of them with
some difficulty. Flat packages wrapped with linen lay within.
"Dried gazelle-meat,--and I venture there is wine in those amphorae.
They lived here, I am convinced, and fed upon the food offerings they
filched from the tombs. Was there ever such intrepid lawlessness?"
"Here is a snare and net," Rachel reported.
"Did they not profit by superstition? As long as they were here they
were safe. They did not fear the spirit."
"The spirit?" Deborah, still in the outer chamber, repeated with
interest.
"The spirit of this tomb," Kenkenes explained, returning to her. In a
few words he told her the story as Hotep had told it to him.
"Canst thou discover the name?" she asked when he had finished.
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