threaded on what I recognized at once to be hair from an elephant's
tail. From certain indications I judged these stones, which might have
been spinels or carbuncles, or even rubies, to be very ancient. Possibly
they had once hung round the neck of some lady in old Egypt. Indeed a
beautiful little statuette, also of red stone, which was suspended from
the centre of the necklace, suggested that this was so, for it may well
have been a likeness of one of the great gods of the Egyptians, the
infant Horus, the son of Isis.

"That is the necklace I saw which the Ivory Child gave me in my dream,"
said Miss Holmes quietly.

Then with much deliberation she clasped it round her throat.



CHAPTER V

THE PLOT

The sequel to the events of this evening may be told very briefly and of
it the reader can form his own judgment. I narrate it as it happened.

That night I did not sleep at all well. It may have been because of the
excitement of the great shoot in which I found myself in competition
with another man whom I disliked and who had defrauded me in the past,
to say nothing of its physical strain in cold and heavy weather. Or it
may have been that my imagination was stirred by the arrival of that
strange pair, Harût and Marût, apparently in search of myself, seven
thousand miles away from any place where they can have known aught of an