“What is it?” Theo peeked over at Susan, but didn’t immediately speak up. She couldn’t figure out how to broach the topic of what she’d witnessed the prior evening. She couldn’t imagine informing Edna, but shouldn’t she raise the subject with Susan? Theo had learned a painful lesson in her encounter with Lord Trent. Couldn’t Susan benefit from a word of advice? There were two paths she could take—silence or conversation—but both seemed riddled with pitfalls. It was mid-morning, and they were headed down the Nile again. There were light winds and a slow current, so they were lumbering along at a leisurely pace. Soloman’s boat and hers were traveling at roughly the same speed. She kept looking over at him, wishing he’d glance in her direction, but he never did. She and Susan were seated on comfortable chairs under an awning. Edna was up at the bow, pestering their captain over trifles, and Fenton was running about and making a general nuisance of himself.
