Chapter 8

The girl flushed as though she had been struck. She had halted half-way across the room. Whelan looked at Mr. Welper in surprise, then with a smile and the slightest of shrugs he asked the girl to step into the inner office where his assistants were at work. As she passed the desk where Whelan sat he noticed that she had lost all her colour. When she had gone, and the door was closed behind her, Whelan and his visitor bent over the sheet of hieroglyphs. And this is what they saw: For a few minutes the two men neith…