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 Yes, she was afraid. Everything about her told Hanley that. Her wide eyes, the tautness of her face and the stiffness of her slender body. He moved toward the arbor.

"What is it? I know your father's been overworking, but—"

"It's not the overwork; well, perhaps it is. You were with him in Egypt. I—I want you to tell me what you found there, what it is that has changed him so."

"Hasn't he told you? Of his discovery?"

She shook her head. "No, but I know it's something important. He's locked himself in his work room for more than two weeks now. He won't let anyone in—and he won't come out. Martha has to 107