Evidently he expected her to call at the Bank.... He was used to being called on.... "Shall I come--?" she began. "I can see you at three fifteen," McLean reassured her, and she repeated "Three fifteen," with an odd vibration in her voice. "I wonder," she murmured, "if I came at three ten--or three twenty--?" * * * * * But she didn't. She was humorously careful to make it exactly a quarter past the hour when she left her cab before McLean's official looking residence and stepped into the tiled entrance. She had no very clear notion of Andrew McLean except that he was, as Jack had said, Scotch, single, and skeptical, that he was Jack's intimate friend and an official sort of banker--and the word banker had unconsciously prepared her for stout dignity and middle age. She was not at all prepared for the lean, sandy-haired, rather abrupt young man who came forward from the depths of the gratefully cool reception room, and after a nervous hand clasp waved her to a chair. He was still holding her card, and as he glanced covertly at it she recalled that she had given him no name over the telephone and that he had known her only by the time of her appointment. Decidedly she must have made an odd impression! Well, he could see for himself now, she thought, a trifle defiantly. Certainly he was taking stock of her out of those shrewd swift gray eyes of his. He could see that she was, well--certainly a nice girl! As a matter of fact McLean could see that she was considerably more. Rather disconcertingly more! It was not often that such white-clad apparitions, piquant of face and coppery of hair, teased the eyes in his receiving room. "You wanted to see me--?" he offered mechanically. "Perhaps you have heard Jack Ryder speak of me--of Jinny Jeffries?" began the girl, determined to put the affair on a sound social footing as soon as possible. McLean considered and, in honesty, shook his head. "He very seldom mentioned young ladies." "Oh--!" Jinny tried not to appear dashed. "We are very old friends--in America--and of course I've seen a good deal of him since I've been in Cairo. In fact, he is stopping now at the same hotel with us--with my aunt and uncle and myself." McLean smiled. "He said it was a tooth," he mentioned dryly. In Jinny's eyes a little flicker answered him, but her words were ingenuous. "Oh, of course he _has_ been having a time with the dentist. That's why he couldn't return to his camp. What I meant was, that at the hotel we have been seeing him every day until--he has just disappeared since day before yesterday and we--that is, I--am very much concerned about it." "Disappeared? You mean, he--" "Just disappeared, that's all. He hasn't been at the hotel--he hasn't been anywhere that I know of, and I haven't heard a word from him--so I telephoned you and then when I found he hadn't been here--"