Ten minutes later, she made it to the top of the stairs. Henry emerged from a shadowy alcove. “We’re clear. Hurry.”
He led her to a room about halfway down the hall. Unlike the more formal rooms downstairs, this one had the air of a place that was used daily. On the desk, a pen sprawled across a stack of papers. The room smelled of tobacco smoke, and there were comfortable creases in the leather of the well-worn armchair before the fire.
There were also a handful of Egyptian antiquities—two life-sized statues of gods in black granite, a green basalt sphinx, and a handful of smaller statuettes.
Caro began searching the room for the amulets. Henry, on the other hand, started leafing through the papers on the desk.
“What are you doing?” she asked. “The amulets are not like to be shuffled
