“It is proof of my contention that I am of royal blood,” answered the other, proudly. “While I live I will not be separated from it.”
“You are right,” agreed Winston, promptly; and from that moment he entertained a new respect for this humble descendant of the ancient rulers of Egypt.
Not one of the manuscripts mentioned Ahtka-Rā; but the chain had at its end the link of that astute leader of men, and his identity was thus established beyond a doubt. The scarab, of unquestionable antiquity, was likewise a proof that Kāra’s ancestor was a descendant of kings. Immediately the young Egyptian became a person of consequence.
Kāra now smoked cigarettes, having purchased several boxes at Assyut. This was the most satisfactory luxury that attended his new condition, and conspired, more than anything else, to render him pleased with his lot.
The dahabeah arrived in Cairo on the morning of the fourth day.
Winston at once took a carriage and drove Kāra to the bank, where he placed the sum agreed upon to the young Egyptian’s credit. Kāra, who wrote English in a clear and delicate hand, was given a cheque book and registered his signature as follows: “Prince Kāra.”
“Residence?” inquired the banker.
“I have just arrived, and am not yet located,” was the answer. “To-morrow I will send you my address.”
“Let me also know where you are to be found,” said Winston, “for I must introduce you to the Egyptologists here.”
Then he left his new acquaintance to drive post haste to the museum, there to show his new-found treasures to his many friends.