But might not I have been deceived by the professor?
Could he not make my friend say, not what really existed, but what existed in his own mind?
And yet the little man seemed honest! Anyhow, I could do no more, and it was my only hope.

There could be no harm in trying.

If I failed, well, I could not help it; I had done my best.

I would go back and face Voltaire and Miss Forrest, and--well--I knew not what--! But if I found the Egyptian! Ah, it was too good to be true.

I dared not dwell upon the thought.