The likeness was perfect.

The Princess, however, was quite white as she eagerly rejoined the doctor.
"And this means-- ?" she hissed in a low whisper.
"That he is the real 'Arry Axes! Hush, not a word now! We join the dahabiyeh to-night.

At daybreak you will meet him at the fourth angle of the pyramid, first turning from the Nile!" VIII The crescent moon hung again over the apex of the Great Pyramid, like a silver cutting from the rosy nail of a houri.

The Sphinx--mighty guesser of riddles, reader of rebuses and universal solver of missing words--looked over the unfathomable desert and these few pages, with the worried, hopeless expression of one who is obliged at last to give it up.

And then the wailing voice of a woman, toiling up the steep steps of the pyramid, was heard above the creaking of the Ibis: "'Arry Axes! Where are you?
Wait for me." "J'y suis," said a voice from the very summit of the stupendous granite bulk, "yet I cannot reach it." And in that faint light the figure of a man was seen, lifting his arms wildly toward the moon.
"'Arry Axes," persisted the voice, drifting higher, "wait for me; we are pursued." And indeed it was true.