It is made of a kind of moss gathered on the mountains, mixed with cream and dates, and, iced, is delicious.

But scarcely had I raised the first mouthful to my lips when my host leapt out of his seat.

"There it is again," he cried.

"Run!" and with a bound disappeared through the window.

Before I could reach it the floor was rocking so that I could scarcely keep my feet, and I was scarcely prepared for the drop of nine feet that landed me on to the flower-beds.