"That--that I do not know. Sometime, perhaps."

She sounded guarded.... He hurried into revelations.

"I am staying not far from Cairo, myself. I am an excavator--on an
expedition from an American museum."

"Ah, you dig?"

"Well, not personally.... But the expedition digs.... We've had some
bully finds."

"And you came from America--to dig in the sands?" The black domino
laughed softly. "For how long, monsieur?"

"This is my second year."

Still laughing, she shook her shrouded little head at him. "But I
cannot understand! What wonderful thing do you hope to find--what
buried secret--?"

"Nothing half as wonderful as to know who you are," he said boldly.

"That, too, is--is buried, monsieur!"

"But not beyond discovery," he told her very gayly and confidently,
and danced the music out.

As the last strains died, they paused for an instant as if the spell
still bound them, then his arms fell slowly away, and he heard the