I suspect, after all, that he was only, like myself, an ardent antiquary, and cunningly made use of the fear he inspired in order to secure his authority, and prosecute in safety researches into ancient sepulchres or temples.

His great passion was, indeed, in excavating such remains, in his neighbourhood; with what result I know not, never having penetrated so far into regions infested by robbers and pestiferous with malaria.

He wore the Eastern dress, and always carried jewels about him.

I came to the conclusion that for the sake of these jewels he was murdered, perhaps by some of his own servants (and, indeed, two at least of his suite were missing), who then at once buried his body, and kept their own secret.

He was old, very infirm; could never have got far from the town without assistance." "You have not yet told us his name," said Mrs.Poyntz.
"His name was Grayle." "Grayle!" exclaimed Mrs.Poyntz, dropping her work.