“But you will tell Mr Preston?”
“Yes; to-morrow night, when I have finished my first rope. Go to sleep now.”
“And you, Yussuf?”
“Oh, I am going to work,” he said smiling. “See, my material is here.”
He drew out a handful of worsted threads which were evidently part of a rug which he had unravelled, and as soon as Lawrence had lain down, the Turk walked to the darkest corner of the building, and Lawrence could just make out that he was busy over something, but he was perfectly silent.
Chapter Forty.
A Grand Discovery.
It was the very next day that the professor took his paper, rule, and pencils down to a building that seemed to have been a temple. It was at the very edge of the tremendous precipice, and must once have been of noble aspect, for it was adorned with a grand entrance, with handsomely carved columns supporting the nearly perfect roof, and the wonder was that the brigands had not utilised it for a dwelling or store. But there it was, empty, and the professor gazed around it with rapture.