The Arab shook his head.
"Not bin back heeyah at all."
Mrs. Armine telegraphed to the villa, and took the night train back to Luxor.
She arrived in the morning about nine, after another sleepless night. As she drove by the Winter Palace Hotel, she saw a man walking alone upon the terrace, and, to her great surprise, recognized Meyer Isaacson. He saw her—she was certain of that—but he immediately looked away, and did not take off his hat to her. Had she, or had she not, bowed to him? She did not know. But in either case his behaviour was very strange. And she could not understand why he was at the hotel. Had something happened at the villa? Almost before she had had time to wonder, the horses were pulled up at the gate.
She had expected Ibrahim to meet her at the station. But he had not come. Nor did he meet her at the gate, which was opened by the gardener. She nodded in reply to his salutation, hastened across the garden, and came into the house.
"Nigel!" she called out. "Nigel!"
She immediately heard a slow step, and saw her husband coming towards her from the drawing-room. She thought he looked very ill.
"Well, Ruby, you are back," he said.
He held out his hand. His eyes, which were curiously sunken, gazed into hers with a sort of wistful, yearning expression.
"Yes," she said. "I hurried. I couldn't stand Cairo. It was hot and dreadful. And I felt miserable there."