But what if we--you and I, that is to say--between us extract the best plum from the pudding before those miscalled statesmen sign the mandate--eh?
It can be done! It can be done!" Grim chuckled: "I suppose you already see a picture of you and me with an ancient tomb in our trunks--say a few tons of the more artistic parts--beating it for the frontier and hawking the stuff afterward to second-hand furniture dealers?
Pour me another whiskey, prof, and then we'll go steal the Mosque of Omar!" "Ach! You laugh at me--you jest--you mock--you sneer.

But I know what I propose.

Do you know what will be found in that Tomb of the Kings of Judah when we discover it ?" "Bones.

Dry bones.

A few gold ornaments perhaps.