"Whether you approve or not, it"s my intention to marry her."

"a.s.suredly she will not marry thee so long as her father remaineth a mule."

"There I agree with you. But is that your notion of doing me a good turn?"

"I did not consider thy interest in this matter."

"Then will you be good enough to consider it now? I have pledged my word that he shall be restored to his original form. Not only my happiness is at stake, but my honour."

"By failure to perform the impossible none can lose honour. And this is a thing that cannot be undone."

"Cannot be undone?" repeated Horace, feeling a cold clutch at his heart.

"Why?"

"Because," said the Jinnee, sullenly, "I have forgotten the way."

"Nonsense!" retorted Horace; "I don"t believe it. Why," he urged, descending to flattery, "you"re such a clever old Johnny--I beg your pardon, I meant such a clever old _Jinnee_--you can do anything, if you only give your mind to it. Just look at the way you changed this house back again to what it was. Marvellous!"

"That was the veriest trifle," said Fakrash, though he was obviously pleased by this tribute to his talent; "this would be a different affair altogether."

"But child"s play to _you_!" insinuated Horace. "Come, you know very well you can do it if you only choose."

"It may be as thou sayest. But I do not choose."

"Then I think," said Horace, "that, considering the obligation you admit yourself you are under to me, I have a right to know the reason--the _real_ reason--why you refuse."

"Thy claim is not without justice," answered the Jinnee, after a pause, "nor can I decline to gratify thee."

"That"s right," cried Horace; "I knew you"d see it in the proper light when it was once put to you. Now, don"t lose any more time, but restore that unfortunate man at once, as you"ve promised."

"Not so," said the Jinnee; "I promised thee a reason for my refusal--and that thou shalt have. Know then, O my son, that this indiscreet one had, by some vile and unhallowed arts, divined the hidden meaning of what was written upon the seal of the bottle wherein I was confined, and was preparing to reveal the same unto all men."

"What would it matter to you if he did?"

"Much--for the writing contained a false and lying record of my actions."

"If it is all lies, it can"t do you any harm. Why not treat them with the contempt they deserve?"

"They are not _all_ lies," the Jinnee admitted reluctantly.

"Well, never mind. Whatever you"ve done, you"ve expiated it by this time."

"Now that Suleyman is no more, it is my desire to seek out my kinsmen of the Green Jinn, and live out my days in amity and honour. How can that be if they hear my name execrated by all mortals?"

"n.o.body would think of execrating you about an affair three thousand years old. It"s too stale a scandal."

"Thou speakest without understanding. I tell thee that if men knew but the half of my misdoings," said Fakrash, in a tone not altogether free from a kind of sombre complacency, "the noise of them would rise even unto the uppermost regions, and scorn and loathing would be my portion."

"Oh, it"s not so bad as all that," said Horace, who had a private impression that the Jinnee"s "past" would probably turn out to be chiefly made up of peccadilloes. "But, anyway, I"m sure the Professor will readily agree to keep silence about it; and, as you have of course, got the seal in your own possession again----"

"Nay; the seal is still in his possession, and it is naught to me where it is deposited," said Fakrash, "since the only mortal who hath deciphered it is now a dumb animal."

"Not at all," said Horace. "There are several friends of his who could decipher that inscription quite as easily as he did."

"Is this the truth?" said the Jinnee, in visible alarm.

"Certainly," said Horace. "Within the last quarter of a century archaeology has made great strides. Our learned men can now read Babylonian bricks and Chaldean tablets as easily as if they were advertis.e.m.e.nts on galvanised iron. You may think you"ve been extremely clever in turning the Professor into an animal, but you"ll probably find you"ve only made another mistake."

"How so?" inquired Fakrash.

"Well," said Horace, seeing his advantage, and pushing it unscrupulously, "now, that, in your infinite wisdom, you have ordained that he should be a mule, he naturally can"t possess property. Therefore all his effects will have to be sold, and amongst them will be that seal of yours, which, like many other things in his collection, will probably be bought up by the British Museum, where it will be examined and commented upon by every Orientalist in Europe. I suppose you"ve thought of all that?"

"O young man of marvellous sagacity!" said the Jinnee; "truly I had omitted to consider these things, and thou hast opened my eyes in time.

For I will present myself unto this man-mule and adjure him to reveal where he hath bestowed this seal, so that I may regain it."

"He can"t do that, you know, so long as he remains a mule."

"I will endow him with speech for the purpose."

"Let me tell you this," said Horace: "he"s in a very nasty temper just now, naturally enough, and you won"t get anything out of him until you have restored him to human form. If you do that, he"ll agree to anything."

"Whether I restore him or not will depend not on me, but on the damsel who is his daughter, and to whom thou art contracted in marriage. For first of all I must speak with her."

"So long as I am present and you promise not to play any tricks," said Horace, "I"ve no objection, for I believe, if you once saw her and heard her plead for her poor father, you wouldn"t have the heart to hold out any longer. But you must give me your word that you"ll behave yourself."

"Thou hast it," said the Jinnee; "I do but desire to see her on thine account."

"Very well," agreed Horace; "but I really can"t introduce you in that turban--she"d be terrified. Couldn"t you contrive to get yourself up in commonplace English clothes, just for once--something that wouldn"t attract so much attention?"

"Will this satisfy thee?" inquired the Jinnee, as his green turban and flowing robes suddenly resolved themselves into the conventional chimney-pot hat, frock-coat, and trousers of modern civilisation.

He bore a painful resemblance in them to the kind of elderly gentleman who comes on in the harlequinade to be bonneted by the clown; but Horace was in no mood to be critical just then.

"That"s better," he said encouragingly; "much better. Now," he added, as he led the way to the hall and put on his own hat and overcoat, "we"ll go out and find a hansom and be at Kensington in less than twenty minutes."

"We shall be there in less than twenty seconds," said the Jinnee, seizing him by the arm above the elbow; and Horace found himself suddenly carried up into the air and set down, gasping with surprise and want of breath, on the pavement opposite the Futvoyes" door.

"I should just like to observe," he said, as soon as he could speak, "that if we"ve been seen, we shall probably cause a sensation. Londoners are not accustomed to seeing people skimming over the chimney-pots like amateur rooks."

"Trouble not for that," said Fakrash, "for no mortal eyes are capable of following our flight."

"I hope not," said Horace, "or I shall lose any reputation I have left.

I think," he added, "I"d better go in alone first and prepare them, if you don"t mind waiting outside. I"ll come to the window and wave my pocket-handkerchief when they"re ready. And _do_ come in by the door like an ordinary person, and ask the maidservant if you may see me."

"I will bear it in mind," answered the Jinnee, and suddenly sank, or seemed to sink, through a c.h.i.n.k in the pavement.

Horace, after ringing at the Futvoyes" door, was admitted and shown into the drawing-room, where Sylvia presently came to him, looking as lovely as ever, in spite of the pallor due to sleeplessness and anxiety. "It is kind of you to call and inquire," she said, with the unnatural calm of suppressed hysteria. "Dad is much the same this morning. He had a fairly good night, and was able to take part of a carrot for breakfast--but I"m afraid he has just remembered that he has to read a paper on "Oriental Occultism" before the Asiatic Society this evening, and it"s worrying him a little.... Oh, Horace," she broke out, unexpectedly, "how perfectly awful all this is! How _are_ we to bear it?"

"Don"t give way, darling!" said Horace; "you will not have to bear it much longer."