"I arranged it," he said slowly, "because of Tott's visit here--because of Tott's notion. And I had an idea, while I was groveling in the dust of the British Museum, that it might have struck you too. Instead, you brood over this preposterous idea of yours--it is preposterous, my girl! I've got used to your being here, a wall to throw my thoughts against and watch 'em bounce, and I'd hate to lose you."
"For one thing, Mr. Green," she retorted rather acidly, "I am not your girl. For another, the wall feels itself as the end of a cul-de-sac. The hours I waste here--waste!"
"Then to you," he asked, "that lunch was a mere social function?"
"Hardly," and she shrugged slightly. "It was most uncomfortable."
"Oh! Now we're getting somewhere! Carry on, Miss Brandon."
"That--that Miss Kefra was afraid of you."
"I meant her to be, on sight. What about Tony?"
"He won't be your friend much longer, if she has her way over it."
"No? Well, do you think I could
This story is in no way, shape, or form Sci-Fi. It is purely fantasy, with no science involved. Having been written almost a hundred years ago, the language and story conventions are a bit archaic, and sometimes hard to follow. There are other oddities that detract from the story - such as building up a secondary character (the secretary), only to drop her from the story without a reasonable explanation. Beneath these drawbacks lurks a moderately interesting tale.
A detective becomes involved with intrigue surrounding the engagement of his friend to a mysterious woman. From there we have murder and a bit of the occult (in the form of Egyptian superstition). Ultimately, we discover the well-trodden need to sacrifice life to continue in power.
Nothing new or terribly interesting here, but the story was done well enough to keep me from tossing it before the end.