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me, even at that first momentary glimpse, as hardly in the ordinary line of that kind of thing. And not unwilling to listen to a repetition of the former song, or to another sung by the same singer.

โ€œโ€Šโ€˜On condition,โ€™ I replied, โ€˜that you sing me another song.โ€™

โ€œโ€Šโ€˜Ah, monsieur, with the greatest pleasure in the world I will sing you twenty.โ€™

โ€œShe was almost, if not quite, as good as her word. She entertained me with song after song. I may safely say that I have seldom if ever heard melody more enchanting. All languages seemed to be the same to her. She sang in French and Italian, German and Englishโ โ€”in tongues with which I was unfamiliar. It was in these Eastern harmonies that she was most successful. They were indescribably weird and thrilling, and she delivered them with a verve and sweetness which was amazing. I sat at one of the little tables with which the room was dotted, listening entranced.

โ€œTime passed more rapidly than I supposed. While she sang I sipped the liquor with which the old woman had supplied me. So enthralled was I by the display of the girlโ€™s astonishing gifts that I did not notice what it was I was drinking. Looking back I can only surmise that it was some poisonous concoction of the creatureโ€™s own. That one small glass had on me the strangest effect. I was still weak from the fever which I had only just succeeded in shaking off, and that, no doubt, had something to do with the result. But, as I continued to sit, I was conscious that I was sinking into a lethargic condition, against which I was incapable of struggling.

โ€œAfter a while the original performer ceased her efforts, and, her companions taking her place, she came and joined me at the little table. Looking at my watch I was surprised to perceive the lateness of the hour. I rose to leave. She caught me by the wrist.

โ€œโ€Šโ€˜Do not go,โ€™ she said;โ โ€”she spoke English of a sort, and with the queerest accent. โ€˜All is well with you. Rest awhile.โ€™

โ€œYou will smileโ โ€”I should smile, perhaps, were I the listener instead of you, but it is the simple truth that her touch had on me what I can only describe as a magnetic influence. As her fingers closed upon my wrist, I felt as powerless in her grasp as if she held me with bands of steel. What seemed an invitation was virtually a command. I had to stay whether I would or wouldnโ€™t. She called for more liquor, and at what again was really her command I drank of it. I do not think that after she touched my wrist I uttered a word. She did all the talking. And, while she talked, she kept her eyes fixed on my face. Those eyes of hers! They were a devilโ€™s. I can positively affirm that they had on me a diabolical effect. They robbed me of my consciousness, of my power of volition, of my capacity to thinkโ โ€”they made me as wax in her hands. My last recollection of that fatal night is of her sitting in front of me, bending over the table, stroking my wrist with her extended fingers, staring at me with her awful eyes. After that, a curtain seems to descend. There comes a period of oblivion.โ€

Mr. Lessingham ceased. His manner was calm and self-contained enough; but, in spite of that I could see that the mere recollection of the things which he told me moved his nature to its foundations. There was eloquence in the drawn lines about his mouth, and in the strained expression of his eyes.

So far his tale was sufficiently commonplace. Places such as the one which he described abound in the Cairo of today; and many are the Englishmen who have entered them to their exceeding bitter cost. With that keen intuition which has done him yeomanโ€™s service in the political arena, Mr. Lessingham at once perceived the direction my thoughts were taking.

โ€œYou have heard this tale before?โ โ€”No doubt. And often. The traps are many, and the fools and the unwary are not a few. The singularity of my experience is still to come. You must forgive me if I seem to stumble in the telling. I am anxious to present my case as baldly, and with as little appearance of exaggeration as possible. I say with as little appearance, for some appearance of exaggeration I fear is unavoidable. My case is so unique, and so out of the common run of our everyday experience, that the plainest possible statement must smack of the sensational.

โ€œAs, I fancy, you have guessed, when understanding returned to me, I found myself in an apartment with which I was unfamiliar. I was lying, undressed, on a heap of rugs in a corner of a low-pitched room which was furnished in a fashion which, when I grasped the details, filled me with amazement. By my side knelt the Woman of the Songs. Leaning over, she wooed my mouth with kisses. I cannot describe to you the sense of horror and of loathing with which the contact of her lips oppressed me. There was about her something so unnatural, so inhuman, that I believe even then I could have destroyed her with as little sense of moral turpitude as if she had been some noxious insect.

โ€œโ€Šโ€˜Where am I?โ€™ I exclaimed.

โ€œโ€Šโ€˜You are with the children of Isis,โ€™ she replied. What she meant I did not know, and do not to this hour. โ€˜You are in the hands of the great goddessโ โ€”of the mother of men.โ€™

โ€œโ€Šโ€˜How did I come here?โ€™

โ€œโ€Šโ€˜By the loving kindness of the great mother.โ€™

โ€œI do not, of course, pretend to give you the exact text of her words, but they were to that effect.

โ€œHalf raising myself on the heap of rugs, I gazed about meโ โ€”and was astounded at what I saw.

โ€œThe place in which I was, though the reverse of lofty, was of considerable sizeโ โ€”I could not conceive whereabouts it

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