Over their dumbfounded heads he heard young Ryder's mocking laugh. CHAPTER XXV IN CAIRO "It's good news!" said Miss Jeffries with bright positives. It was her response to Andrew McLean's greeting that evening. He had made rather a tardy appearance at the hotel, for there had been an important dinner with an important bank official passing through Cairo to escape from, but he arrived at last, looking extraordinarily well in his very best dinner clothes. And Miss Jeffries, for all her harassment of suspense, was no woeful object in a vivacious blue evening frock with silvery gleams. "He's safe--absolutely safe," McLean confirmed. He expected radiance. Miss Jeffries' expression was arrested judgment. "Safe--_where_?" "At his camp ... I just returned--just in time to dine. I motored out this morning." "Oh!... It took your whole day. I am so sorry!" For a moment the girl appeared to concentrate her sympathetic interest upon McLean. "You must simply hate me," she told him repentantly, dropping into one of the chairs in the drawing-room corner she had long been guarding. "Do sit down and tell me all the horrid details....--Uncle and Aunt are in the Lounge, and I should like you to meet them, but they'll be there forever and I do want to hear first.... Was it fearfully hot?" "Oh, rather," murmured the young man, confused by this change of interest. "I mean, that's quite the usual thing, isn't it, for deserts? I got up a good breeze going, for I was a bit wrought up, you know--not a soul in Cairo had seen Jack since that day." "And he was out at his camp," said Jinny thoughtfully. "How--how long had he been there?" "He says he started that night," said McLean non-committally. "Oh!... That night.... That was rather sudden, wasn't it?" "Jack's sudden, you know," mentioned his friend uncomfortably. "And he had a lot of finds to pack up for transport--they are taking their stuff to the museum and Jack had been away so long, here in the city--" "No wonder I didn't hear then!" said the girl with a laugh in which it would have taken an acuter ear than McLean's to detect the secret clamor of chagrin and humiliation. Of course she had _wanted_ Jack to be safe.... But he might have been ill--or away on some official summons-- Just back at his diggings. Gone off on an impulse, with no thought to let her know.... And she had rushed to McLean with her silly worries and her anxious concern which he had probably taken for a tender interest.... Heaven knows what disillusionizing thing Jack had said to him that day!... Men were too hateful. And now McLean had come dutifully to report that the man she was so worried about was quite well and busy, thank you, only he had overlooked any friendship for her, and so had sent no word-- In Jinny's ears was the rush of the furies' wings. But on Jinny's lips was a proud little smile, and her bright look was a shining shield for the wounds of the spirit.