By the way, shall you want me on Saturday evening ?" "No--unless it would be to take Miss Durning in to dinner." Now Miss Durning being an elderly, ugly heiress, it pleased Miss Winwood to be quizzical.

He looked at her in mock reproof.

"Dearest lady that you are, I don't feel safe in your hands just now.

I shall dine with the Princess on Saturday." An enigmatic smile flitted across Ursula Winwood's clear eyes.

"What does she want you for ?" "To entertain an Egyptologist," assured Paul.