Then the woman turned the ray on Niti's face again.
"They will wake her if this goes on much longer," said the Professor to himself again.

"I had better stop this little comedy before it becomes a tragedy.

Poor Niti would go half mad if she found these two scoundrels by her bedside--and yet if I do anything out of the way they will yell.
Ah, I think I have it!" He walked softly out of the room, and when he got into the passage he whispered in the tongue that had become so strangely familiar to him: "Pent-Ah, Neb-Anat, come hither instantly! Who are you that you should disturb the slumbers of your Lady the Queen!" He saw them stare at each other with eyes wide with fear and wonder.
"It is the command of the Mighty One," whispered the woman, taking hold of the man's hand and drawing him towards the door.
"And He must be obeyed," said he in reply, bowing his head and following her.
They closed the door very softly behind them.
The Professor could not repress a sigh of thankfulness for Niti's escape from what, at best, would have been a very terrible fright.
"And now, my friends," he went on to himself, "I think I can teach you not to come into an English gentleman's house again with an idea of stealing his property, to say nothing of abducting his daughter." The man and woman were still staring at each other by the light of the lamp, each holding each other's trembling hand, when the lamp was suddenly snatched away from the woman and went out.

Then, to their horror, the ray shot out again in front of them as though the lamp were floating by itself in the air.

It flashed from face to face, both ghastly with fear.