est dignitary of the state wishes
evidence of those powers with which the gods have gifted thee."

"Cursed be the day in which the soles of my feet touched your land!"
muttered Lykon, pushing away a plate with food on it. "I should rather
labor in the quarries, and be beaten."

"There will be time for that always," interrupted Herhor, severely.

The Greek was silent, and trembled suddenly when he saw a dark crystal
globe in the hand of Mefres. He grew pale, his sight became dim, large
drops of sweat came out on his face. His eyes were fixed on one point,
as if fastened to that ball of crystal.

"He is sleeping," said Mefres. "Is this not wonderful?"

"If he is not feigning."

"Punch him, stick him, burn him even," said Mefres.

Herhor drew from under his white robe a dagger and pointed it as if to
strike Lykon between the eyes, but the Greek did not move, even his
eyelids did not quiver.

"Look!" said Mefres, holding the crystal up to Lykon. "Dost Thou see
the man who carried off Kama?"

The Greek sprang from his chair, his fists were clenched, and there was
saliva on his lips.

"Let me go!" cried he with a hoarse voice. "Let me go and drink his
blood."

"Where is he now?" inquired Mefres.

"In the villa at the side of the garden next the river. A beautiful
woman is with him."

"Her name is Hebron, and she is the wife of Tutmosis," added Herhor.
"Confess, Mefres, that second sight is not needed to know that."

Mefres closed his thin lips tightly.

"If this does not convince thee, worthiness, I will show something
better," said he at length. "Lykon, find now the traitor who is seeking
the way to the treasure of the labyrinth."

The sleeping Greek looked for a while at the crystal intently, and
answered,

"I see him he is dressed in the rags of a beggar."

"Where is he?"

"In the court of the last inn before the labyrinth. He will be there in
the morning."

"How does he look?"

"He has red hair and beard," answered Lykon.

"Well?" inquired Mefres of Herhor.

"Thou hast good police, worthiness," replied Herhor.

"But the overseers of the labyrinth guard it poorly!" said Mefres in
anger. "I will go there to-night with Lykon to warn the local priests.
But if I succeed in saving the treasure of the gods, Thou wilt permit
me to become its overseer, worthiness?"

"As Thou wishest," answered Herhor with indifference. But in his heart
he added: "The pious Mefres begins at last to show his claws a