Also, he told me he would make arrangements with his lawyers--the idea tickled his fancy--'I shall adopt you,' he said.

'I shall adopt you along with Isthar'-- Isthar was the little maid's name, the little mummy's name.
"Here was I, back in life, steward, and legally to be adopted.

But life is a fond betrayer.

Eighteen hours afterward, in the morning, we found him dead in his bed, the little mummy maid beside him.

Heart-failure, the burst of some blood-vessel in the brain--I never learned.
"I prayed and pleaded with them for the pair to be buried together.