“Look out where you go,” said the guide.
“Why, are there holes one can fall down?” asked Herc.
“Many. Lot of things not known about Tombs. Nobody know everything about them.”
They finally came to a high-domed chamber. The walls were covered with queer hieroglyphics and writings. The guide explained that this was the King’s chamber. He showed them some stone coffins in which lay the mummified forms of dead and gone rulers. Ned was much impressed, but Herc, as usual, did not take the situation seriously.
“Maybe they are just a lot of fakes,” he remarked. But presently he tugged Ned’s sleeve.
“I guess they’re not, either,” he said.
“Not what?”
“Fakes. I just saw the ghosts of two of them.”
“What in the name of time are you talking about?”
“Look back there yourself. There, among the shadows. Don’t you see anything?”