The match flared up and showed them that they were in a chamber not unlike the great burial Tomb, but smaller. Dust lay thick, and showed that it was many years since human footsteps had trodden its floor.
“This is nice,” snorted Herc. “We might stay here as long as those mummies have, and never be found.”
“It looks that way,” said Ned in a musing voice, as if he were thinking of something else. Suddenly he gave a whoop.
“I’ve got it.”
“Got what?”
“An idea.”
“Good for you. Let’s hear it.”
“Why, those fellows couldn’t have come into the Pyramid the same way we did. Our boys would have seen them and recognized their ugly mugs, especially that one with the black eye. They must have come in some other way. Maybe we can find that way.”
“And then, again, maybe we can’t.”
“Let’s try.”