"Yes, I remember."
"Well, I never told you, because I thought you had good reason for thinking that I was too hard on her, that I was jealous of her, to the exclusion of all reason. . . ."
"You are pretty good at hating, Meg."
"Well, Mohammed Ali has since told me where he found her eye of Horus.
Guess where it was."
Freddy laughed. "I'm sure I couldn't."
"She read my diary all the time she was here alone. He says she asked if she might rest and tidy up in my room. He found the eye of Horus just beside the table where she had been reading it. He thinks that it must have caught in the key of the drawer in the table. Probably she thought we were coming and moved quickly away—the ring was easily wrenched open."
"The little cad!" Freddy said slowly. "The venomous little toad!"
"In my diary, Freddy, I referred to Michael's strange journey, his journey to King Solomon's Mines, as we always called it."
Freddy freed himself from his sister's arms and lit a cigarette.
"What a mean little brute! Mohammed Ali was probably in her pay; he told her he had found the eye at the spot where she dismounted."