“Yes, Harut,” I answered with an unconcerned yawn, “when the guests come in such a doubtful fashion and in the middle of the night.  But as you are here at last, will you be so good as to tell us why you have kept us waiting all this time?  Is that your way of fulfilling an engagement?”

“O Lord Macumazana,” answered Harut, for of course it was he, in quite a perturbed tone, “I offer to you our humble apologies.  The truth is that when we heard of your arrival at Beza-Town we started, or tried to start, from hundreds of miles away to keep our tryst with you here as we promised we would do.  But we are mortal, Macumazana, and accidents intervened.  Thus, when we had ascertained the weight of your baggage, camels had to be collected to carry it, which were grazing at a distance.  Also it was necessary to send forward to dig out a certain well in the desert where they must drink.  Hence the delay.  Still, you will admit that we have arrived in time, five, or at any rate four hours before the rising of that sun which was to light you on your homeward way.”

“Yes, you have, O Prophets, or O Liars, whichever you may be,” I exclaimed with pardonable exasperation, for really their knowledge of my private affairs, however obtained, was enough to anger a saint.  “So as you are here at last, come in and have a drink, for whether you are men or devils, you must be cold out there in the damp.”

In they came accordingly, and, not being Mohammedans, partook of a tot of square-face from a bottle which I kept locked in a box to put Hans beyond the reach of temptation.

“To your health, Harut and Marut,” I said, drinking a little out of the pannikin and giving the rest to Hans, who gulped the fiery liquor down with a smack of his lips.  For I will admit that I joined in this unholy midnight potation to gain time for thought and to steady my nerve.

“To your health, O Lord Macumazana,” the pair answered as they swallowed their tots, which I had made pretty stiff, and set down their pannikins in front of them with as much reverence as though these had been holy vessels.

“Now,” I said, throwing a blanket over my shoulders, for the air was chilly, “now let us talk,” and taking the lantern which Hans had thoughtfully lighted, I held it up and contemplated them.

There they were, Harut and Marut without doubt, to all appearance totally unchanged since some years before I had seen them at Ragnall in England.  “What are you doing here?” I asked in a kind of fiery indignation inspired by my intense curiosity.  “How did you get out of England after you had tried to steal away the lady to whom you sent the necklace?  What did you do with that lady after you had beguiled her from the boat at Abu-Simbel?  In the name of your Holy Child, or of Shaitan of the Mohammedans, or of Set of the Egyptians, answer me, lest I should make an end of both of you, which I can do here without any questions being asked,” and I whipped out my pistol.