THE WIZARD UNBOSOMS.

‘Sir,’ said Leonora, ’may I request you to inform me why we find you, rampaging an unbidden guest, in the chamber which is sacred to hospitality?’

‘[Greek:  Ten d’ apameibomenos prosephe koruthaiolos] Asher,’ answered the magician, dreamily.  ’Do my senses deceive me, or ­that voice, that winsome bearing ­am I once more with Helen on the walls of Ilion?’

‘No, sir, you are in 30 Acacia Gardens,’ replied Leonora, severely. ’Why, permit me to repeat myself, do I find you here, an unbidden guest?’

‘To say that I never guessed you’d find me here,’ answered the magician, ’might seem a mere trifling with language and with your feelings.’

‘My feelings!’ exclaimed the proud girl, indignantly, ’just as if ­ But answer me!’

‘When a man has seen as much of life as I have,’ answered the magician, ’when the AEons are to him merely as drops in a bucket which he will never kick ­and when he suffers,’ he added mournfully, ’from attacks of multiplex personality, he recognises the futility of personal explanations.’

‘At least I can compel you to tell us Where is the mummy?’ said Leonora.

‘I am, or lately was, that mummy,’ said the wizard, haughtily; then, drawing himself up to his full height, he added, ’I am the REAL JAMBRES!  Old Gooseberry Jamberries,’ he added solemnly.  ’No other is genuine!’

‘You are playing, sir, on our credulity,’ replied the girl; ’no living man can be a mummy, ­outside of the House of Lords or the Royal Academy.’

‘You speak,’ he said tenderly, ’with the haste of youth and inexperience.  When you have lived as long as I have, you will know better.  Hearken to my story.

’Three or four thousand years ago ­for what is time? ­I was the authorised magician at the Court of Ptolemy Patriarchus.  I had a rival ­the noted witch Theodolite.  In an evil hour she won me by a show of false affection, and, taking advantage of my passion, mummified me alive.  To this I owe my remarkable state of preservation at an advanced age. Très bien conserve,’ he added fatuously.

’But she only half accomplished her purpose.  By some accident, which has never been explained, and in spite of the stress of competition, she had purchased pure salts of potash for the execution of her fell purpose in place of adulterated salts of soda.

‘To this I owe it that I am now a living man; and in a moment ­’

A certain stiffness of demeanour, which we had noticed, but ascribed to pride, worked an unspeakable change in the mage.  As we looked at him he hardened into our cheap mummy.

‘Here’s a jolly go!’ said Leonora, her mind submerged in terror.

I sprang to the bell, ‘Soda water at once!’ I cried, and the slavi appeared with the fluid.  We applied it to the parched lips of the mummy, and Jambres was himself again.

‘Now will you tell me?’ I asked, when he had been given a cigarette and made comfortable, ’why we found you ­I mean the mummy ­under the Three Balls?’

‘’Twas a pledge,’ he replied.  ’When my resources ran low, and my rent was unpaid, the landlady used to take advantage of my condition and raise a small sum on me.’

All seemed now explained; but Leonora was not yet satisfied.

‘You have ­’ she began.

‘Yes, a strawberry mark,’ he replied wearily, ‘on the usual place!’

‘The quest is accomplished,’ I said.

‘Nay,’ replied Jambres, to give him his real name.  ’There is still the adventure of the Siege Perilous.’