Near Sarai Maali Khan, on the backside of Mian Ilmas Ka Imambara, we come to a gate leading into a large, well-built, three-storeyed house. The door is stately but quite ancient, its brass tacks having no trace of shine left. The walls of the compound are broken in various places and in a state of disrepair. The plaster had worn off a long time ago. Now, the lakhori bricks—the thin red-colored bricks made of burnt clay, laid end-to-end—have a white powdery deposit on them in many places.