In this moment of wondrous finding, they must see the gem of gems that Kismet had thus flung into their grasp.
The Master loosed a knot in the cord, drew the sack open and shook into his left palm a thing of marvellous beauty and wonder.
By the dim, fitful gleam of the fire, probably the strangest and most costly necklace in the world became indistinctly visible.

At sight of it, everything else was forgotten--the wrecked air-liner, the waiting Legion, the unconscious Arabs now being buried in the resistless charge of the sand-armies.

Even poor Lebon, tortured slave of the Beni Harb, a lay neglected.

For nothing save the wondrous Great Pearl Star could these three adventurers find any gaze whatever, or any thoughts.
While Leclair and Rrisa stared with widening eyes, the Master, tense with joy, held up their treasure-trove.
"The Great Pearl Star!" he cried, in a strange voice.
"Kaukab el Durri! See, one pearl is missing--that is the one said to have been sold in Cairo, twelve years ago, for fifty-five thousand pounds! But these are finer! And its value as a holy relic of Islam--who can calculate that?
God, what this means to us!" Words will not compass the description of this wondrous thing.

As the Master held it up in the sand-lashed dimness, half-gloom and half-light, that formed a kind of aura round the fire--an aura sheeted through and all about by the aerial avalanches of the sand--the Legionaries got some vague idea of the necklace.
Three black pearls and two white were strung on a fine chain of gold.
A gap in their succession told where the missing pearl formerly had been.