What could she do?
She went to a table, picked up the papers, and scanned them hurriedly.
Not a word about Egypt.

She thought for a moment, then left the drawing-room.

Passing up a flight of stairs to her husband's study, she knocked and entered.

It was empty; but Eglington was in the house, for a red despatch-box lay open on his table.

Instinctively she glanced at the papers exposed in the box, and at the letters beside it.