Heaven, doctors are often wrong ! ” exclaimed 
Hartway, in calmer tones. “After all, the 
main purpose of our summoning Dr. Howe 
was to find out who should open the Egyptian 
jar. It’s up to me, T suppose .* 3 
The attitude of his guests, which had been 
rather tense, relaxed somewhat. They looked 
significantly at one another. 
Hartway left the saloon to find an instru- 
ment with which to prise open the stopper of 
the jar, and Vornheim leaned across towards 
Howe. “ You really mean that ? ” he asked. 
Howe nodded. 
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Stonewall William and Sir Mark Sherman 
began whispering together. It was clear that 
the news had given them something else to 
think about than the alabaster jar. The 
wizened Spyer sat huddled up on his chair 
gazing intently at a dish of nuts. A slight 
frown now showed he was thinking hard. 
Dr. Howe still stood, looking down on 
them. Professor Madison was pacing slowly 
up and down the saloon. In a few moments 
Hartway returned with a hammer and a 
narrow chisel, and the whispering at the 
table stopped instantly on his entry = 
