wore. Surely, surely it was not the same that the Director-General had
given him! _That_ ring was engraved with the image of the god Bes.
On _this_ was cut the cartouche of her Majesty Ma-mee! And he had
dreamed--oh, he had dreamed----!



To this day Smith is wondering whether, in the hurry of the moment, he
made a mistake as to which of those rings the Director-General had given
him as part of his share of the spoil of the royal tomb he discovered
in the Valley of Queens. Afterwards Smith wrote to ask, but the
Director-General could only remember that he gave him one of the two
rings, and assured him that that inscribed "_Bes Ank, Ank Bes_," was
with Ma-Mee's other jewels in the Gold Room of the Museum.

Also Smith is wondering whether any other bronze figure of an old
Egyptian royalty shows so high a percentage of gold as, on analysis, the
broken image of Ma-Mee was proved to do. For had she not seemed to tell
him a tale of the melting of a golden chain when that effigy was cast?

Was it all only a dream, or was it--something more--by day and by night
he asks of Nothingness?

But, be she near or far, no answer comes from the Queen Ma-Mee, whose
proud titles were "Her Majesty the Good God, the justified Dweller in
Osiris; Daughter of Amen, Royal Heiress, Royal Sister, Royal Wife, Royal
Mother; Lady of the Two Lands; Wearer of the Double Crown; of the White
Crown, of the Red Crown; Sweet Flower of Love, Beautiful Eternally."

So, like the rest of us, Smith must wait to learn the truth concerning