“I slept that night near the Temple of Seti, and started before daybreak on the following morning.  With me were a cross-eyed rascal named Ali—­Ali Baba I named him—­the man from whom I got the ring which I am sending you, and a small but choice assortment of his fellow thieves.  Within an hour after sunrise we reached the valley where the tomb is.  It is a desolate place, into which the sun pours his scorching heat all the long day through, till the huge brown rocks which are strewn about become so hot that one can scarcely bear to touch them, and the sand scorches the feet.  It was already too hot to walk, so we rode on donkeys, some way up the valley—­where a vulture floating far in the blue overhead was the only other visitor—­till we came to an enormous boulder polished by centuries of action of sun and sand.  Here Ali halted, saying that the tomb was under the stone.  Accordingly, we dismounted, and, leaving the donkeys in charge of a fellah boy, went up to the rock.  Beneath it was a small hole, barely large enough for a man to creep through.  Indeed it had been dug by jackals, for the doorway and some part of the cave were entirely silted up, and it was by means of this jackal hole that the tomb had been discovered.  Ali crept in on his hands and knees, and I followed, to find myself in a place cold after the hot outside air, and, in contrast with the light, filled with a dazzling darkness.  We lit our candles, and, the select body of thieves having arrived, I made an examination.  We were in a cave the size of a large room, and hollowed by hand, the further part of the cave being almost free from drift-dust.  On the walls are religious paintings of the usual Ptolemaic character, and among them one of a majestic old man with a long white beard, who is seated in a carved chair holding a wand in his hand.[*] Before him passes a procession of priests bearing sacred images.  In the right hand corner of the tomb is the shaft of the mummy-pit, a square-mouthed well cut in the black rock.  We had brought a beam of thorn-wood, and this was now laid across the pit and a rope made fast to it.  Then Ali—­who, to do him justice, is a courageous thief—­took hold of the rope, and, putting some candles into the breast of his robe, placed his bare feet against the smooth sides of the well and began to descent with great rapidity.  Very soon he had vanished into blackness, and the agitation of the cord alone told us that anything was going on below.  At last the rope ceased shaking and a faint shout came rumbling up the well, announcing Ali’s safe arrival.  Then, far below, a tiny star of light appeared.  He had lit the candle, thereby disturbing hundreds of bats that flitted up in an endless stream and as silently as spirits.  The rope was hauled up again, and now it was my turn; but, as I declined to trust my neck to the hand-over-hand method of descent, the end of the cord was made fast round my middle and I was lowered bodily into those sacred depths.