"Did you hear of any other things being hidden?"
"No. I think everything was given up. If this thing had been of value I should, perhaps, have told the sheik; but as it was only written papers, and of no use to anyone, I did not trouble to do so."
"Well, let us go at once," Gregory said, rising to his feet. "Although of no use to you, these papers may be of importance."
Followed by Zaki and the four men, Gregory went to the peasant's house, which stood a quarter of a mile away.
"This is not the house I lived in, then," the man said. "The white troops destroyed every house in the village; but, when they had gone, I built another on the same spot."
The hill rose steeply, behind it. The peasant went on, till he stopped at a large boulder.
"This was the rock," he said, "where I thrust it under, as far as my arm would reach. I pushed it in on the upper side."
The man lay down.
"It was just about here," he said.