Examine them yourselves, but I beg of you not to breathe heavily, because if any of the dust is lost my sphinx will appear in a mutilated condition." The humbug, described with such seriousness and conviction, was gradually having its effect, so much so that when the box was passed around, no one dared to breathe.

Padre Camorra, who had so often depicted from the pulpit of Tiani the torments and sufferings of hell, while he laughed in his sleeves at the terrified looks of the sinners, held his nose, and Padre Salvi--the same Padre Salvi who had on All Souls' Day prepared a phantasmagoria of the souls in purgatory with flames and transparencies illuminated with alcohol lamps and covered with tinsel, on the high altar of the church in a suburb, in order to get alms and orders for masses--the lean and taciturn Padre Salvi held his breath and gazed suspiciously at that handful of ashes.
"_Memento, homo, quia pulvis es_!" muttered Padre Irene with a smile.
"Pish!" sneered Ben-Zayb--the same thought had occurred to him, and the Canon had taken the words out of his mouth.
"Not knowing what to do," resumed Mr.Leeds, closing the box carefully, "I examined the papyrus and discovered two words whose meaning was unknown to me.

I deciphered them, and tried to pronounce them aloud.

Scarcely had I uttered the first word when I felt the box slipping from my hands, as if pressed down by an enormous weight, and it glided along the floor, whence I vainly endeavored to remove it.

But my surprise was converted into terror when it opened and I found within a human head that stared at me fixedly.