'"Yes," I answered promptly.
'"Then how is it you do not know that I am stone deaf?"
'I shrugged, indicating that for the moment I had forgotten the fact.
'"You _are_ a Spartan?" he repeated.
'I nodded with emphasis.
'"Then, how is it you omit to make the sign?"
'Now, you must not suppose that at this point I was nonplussed, for in
that case you would not give due weight to the strange inherent power
of the mind to rise to the occasion of a sudden emergency--to stretch
itself long to the length of an event; I do not hesitate to say that
_no_ combination of circumstances can defeat a vigorous brain fully
alert, and in possession of itself. With a quickness to which the
lightning-flash is tardy, I remembered that this was a spot indicated
by the symbols on the papyrus: I remembered that this same papyrus was
always placed under the _tongue_ of the dead; I remembered, too, that
among that very nation whose language had afforded the motto, to "turn
up the _thumb_" (_pollicem vertere_) was a symbol significant of death.
I touched the under surface of my tongue with the tip of my thumb. The
aged man was appeased. I passed on, and examined the place.
'It was simply a vast circular hall, the arched roof of which was
supported on colonnades of what I took to be pillars of porphyry.
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