But the Yard's got them, and--they'll never leave
the country now. Take them, Mr. Narkom, they're yours!"

* * * * *

"How did I guess it?" said Cleek, replying to the Major's query, as they
sat late that night discussing the affair. "Well, I think the first
faint inkling of it came when I arrived here yesterday, and smelt the
overpowering odour of the incenses. There was so much of it, and it was
used so frequently--twice a day--that it seemed to suggest an attempt
to hide other odours of a less pleasant kind. When I left you last
night, Dollops and I went down to the mummy-chamber, and a skeleton key
soon let us in. The unpleasant odour was rather pronounced in there. But
even that didn't give me the cue, until I happened to find in the
fireplace a considerable heap of fine ashes, and in the midst of them
small lumps of gummy substance, which I knew to result from the burning
of myrrh. I suspected from that and from the nature of the ashes that a
mummy had been burnt, and as there was only one mummy in the affair, the
inference was obvious. I laid hands on the two cases and tilted them.
One was quite empty. The weight of the other told me that it contained
something a little heavier than any mummy ought to be. I came to the
conclusion that there was a body in it, injected full of arsenic, no
doubt, to prevent as much as possible the processes of decay, the odour
of which the incense was concealing. I didn't attempt to open the thing;
I left that until the arrival of the men from The Yard, for whom I sent
Dollops this afternoon. I had a vague notion that it would not turn out
to be Ulchester's, and I had also a distinct recollection of what you
said about his being able to mimic a Gaiety chorus-girl and all that
sort of thing, and the more I thought over it, the more I realized what
an excellent thing to cover a bearded face a yashmak is. Still, it was
all hazard. I wasn't sure--indeed, I never was sure--until tea-time, when
I caught this supposed 'Zuilika' sitting at last, and gave the spade
guinea its chance to decide it."

"But, Mr. Cleek, how could it have decided it? That's the thing which
amazes me most of all. How could the tossing of that coin have decided
the sex of the wearer of those garments?"

"My dear Major, it is an infallible test. Did you ever notice that if
you throw anything for a man to catch in his lap, he pulls his knees
together to _make_ a lap in order to catch