"I'll fix a watch," I said, and held out my hand. "Good-bye, sir."
"You are returning to your camp?"
"Yes."
"Then au revoir, Pinsent. I shall send for you as soon as I am well enough to investigate the coffin."
"Thank you."
But he continued to hold my hand and looked me in the eyes earnestly. "Be careful of yourself," he murmured.
"Careful," I repeated, puzzled.
"Ay," he murmured still lower, "you have incurred the curse unwittingly—but still you have incurred it."
"What curse?"
"The curse which Ptahmes directed against all desecrators of his tomb."