rangements for any cause. I would stake my
life upon it."

"She--or something--wrecked us in the desert when we had come from the
tomb in the Valley of the Sorcerer!" was the grim comment of Corbeck,
who was standing by. Margaret answered him like a flash:

"Ah! she was then near her tomb from which for thousands of years her
body had not been moved. She must know that things are different now."

"How must she know?" asked Corbeck keenly.

"If she has that astral body that Father spoke of, surely she must
know! How can she fail to, with an invisible presence and an intellect
that can roam abroad even to the stars and the worlds beyond us!" She
paused, and her father said solemnly:

"It is on that supposition that we are proceeding. We must have the
courage of our convictions, and act on them--to the last!"

Margaret took his hand and held it in a dreamy kind of way as we filed
out of the house. She was holding it still when he locked the hall
door, and when we moved up the road to the gateway, whence we took a
cab to Paddington.

When all the goods were loaded at the station, the whole of the workmen
went on to the train; this took also some of the stone-wagons used for
carrying the cases with the great sarcophagi. Ordinary carts and
plenty of horses were to be found at Westerton, which was our station
for Kyllion. Mr. Trelawny had ordered a sleeping-carriage for our
party; as soon as the train had started we all turned into our cubicles.

That night I slept sound. There was over me a conviction of security
which was absolute and supreme. Margaret's definite announcement:
"There will not be any trouble tonight!" seemed to carry assurance with
it. I did not question it; nor did anyone else. It was only
afterwards that I began to think as to how she was so sure. The train
was a slow one, stopping many times and for considerable intervals. As
Mr. Trelawny did not wish to arrive at Westerton before dark, there was
no need to hurry; and arrangements had been made to feed the workmen at
certain places on the journey. We had our own hamper with us in the
private car.

All that afternoon we talked over the Great Experiment, which seemed to
have become a definite entity in our thoughts. Mr. Trelawny became
more and more enthusiastic as the time wore on; hope was with him
becoming certainty. Doctor Winchester seemed to become imbued with
some of his spirit, though at times he would throw out some scientif