rgaret said.
"He is a very reserved person. If the whole thing turns out as Michael
expected, he will be delighted and interested."

"If there is anything there at all," Millicent said, "that ought to be
sufficient proof of the seer's powers--I mean, things of Akhnaton's
period. The portable treasure might have been stolen--it probably was.
If the saint had discovered it, why not others?"

"I have had no particulars," Meg said coldly. She felt certain that
Millicent was pumping her for her own pleasure.

"Your brother never mentioned the King Solomon's mine of gold and the
jewels," Millicent said laughingly; "yet even my men were talking about
it quite openly on my homeward journey. Mike and I were so careful--we
never mentioned a word about it. To all outward appearances we were
merely journeying in the desert for pleasure; our objective was to be
the tomb where Akhnaton's body was buried. They must have learned all
about it from the holy man--tents have ears. You have heard all about
our meeting with the 'child of God,' of course?" She searched
Margaret's eyes as she spoke and then added lightly: "I should like to
have seen Mike in his strange counting-house, counting out his money,
shouldn't you?"

Margaret very nearly said, "You little liar, get out of my sight!" The
sudden temptation to shake her was almost past enduring; it was all she
could do to keep her hands off her and remain silent. She had heard
from the woman's own lips what she had told Freddy she never would
hear; her promise to him flashed through her mind. Her doom was
sealed. The psychological and archaeological interest of what
Millicent had told her did not penetrate her brain; even her reference
to their meeting with a "child of God" fell on deaf ears. Millicent
had asked her if she had shared Michael's beliefs in the occult and
mystic interpretation of the discovery, in tones which implied that she
did not expect Margaret to understand or sympathize with that side of
Michael Amory's character.

Margaret managed to keep her wits about her. The agony which she was
enduring must at all costs be hidden from her enemy.

With a calm that surprised her own ears, she said. "Did you enjoy your
time in the desert? Why did you return before the eventful discovery?
If you had waited, you would have seen Mr. Amory wading in the historic
jewels."

Millicent was very quick. She had arranged in her own mind how much
and how little she wa