Thank you.

And I shall sit here beside you and spread out this papyrus scroll for your inspection." [Illustration: Hieroglyphics] Burke stared at the Tracer, then at the scroll.
"What has that inscription to do with the matter in hand ?" he demanded impatiently.
"I leave you to judge," said the Tracer.

A dull tint of excitement flushed his lean cheeks; he twisted his gray mustache and bent over the unrolled scroll which was now held flat by weights at the four corners.
"Can you understand any of these symbols, Mr.Burke ?" he asked.
"No." "Curious," mused the Tracer.

"Do you know it was fortunate that you put this bit of papyrus in the pocket of your shooting coat--so fortunate that, in a way, it approaches the miraculous ?" "What do you mean?
Is there anything in that scroll bearing on this matter ?" "Yes." "And you can read it?
Are you versed in such learning, Mr.Keen ?" "I am an Egyptologist--among other details," said the Tracer calmly.
The young man gazed at him, astonished.

The Tracer of Lost Persons picked up a pencil, laid a sheet of paper on the table beside the papyrus, and slowly began to copy the first symbol: [Illustration: Glyph].