As Michael had not heard that the gems had been found, Margaret told him the story which Hadassah had written to her.
"They prove, Mike, what after all is to us the most important fact in the whole affair—that you were right, that all the information given you by the seer was correct."
Margaret did not include her vision of Akhnaton in Millicent's presence; it was always a sacred subject between them.
"That is what Abdul said, and I know it is true. But who can prove it? To the disbelieving no one can prove that there was any treasure, any gold or great wealth of jewels." He looked into Margaret's eyes. He said plainly, "Freddy died unconvinced on that point."
Margaret understood. She had so often wished that Freddy could have known all that had transpired since his death.
"I will spend all my money and wits on finding the wretch," Millicent said humbly. "I will hunt this treasure to earth. If there were jewels, they shall be found. I will never stop until I have traced them, never! That will give me some interest in life—if you will let me do it, that is to say."
"The jewels will all be cut by this time, the gold will be melted. No one will be able to recognize them."
"You can't find the thief," Margaret said. "He died of smallpox—Mr. Ireton heard that from the Government authorities. They set detectives on his track, and discovered his whereabouts, but he was unconscious. They think that he buried the treasure, that it is again lost to the world. It is still waiting for you, Mike."
"I know that there were many more jewels where the crimson amethyst came from," Michael said, "whether they are ever found again or not." He was thinking of the words of his old friend in el-Azhar. If he came out of the war alive, he might again hope to discover them.
"I can do something else," Millicent spoke pleadingly. "Say you will let me! I am rich—my money is no good to me."