"
"I always thought that he was too fond of Egypt to bother about
any other country," said Lucy sapiently.
"My dear, it isn't the country he cares about, but the
civilization of the past. The Incas embalmed their dead, as did
the Egyptians, and in some way the Professor heard of a Royal
Mummy, swathed in green bandages--so he described it to me."
"It should be called an Irish mummy," said Lucy flippantly.
"Well?"
"This mummy is in possession of a man at Malta, and Professor
Braddock, hearing that it was for sale for one thousand pounds--"
"Oh!" interrupted the girl vivaciously, "so this was why father
sent Sidney Bolton away six weeks ago?"
"Yes. As you know, Bolton is your step-father's assistant, and
is as crazy as the Professor on the subject of Egypt. I asked
the Professor if he would allow me to marry you--"
"Quite unnecessary," interpolated Lucy briskly.
Archie passed over the remark to evade an argument.
"When I asked him, he said that he wished you to marry Random,
who is rich. I pointed out that you loved me and not Random, and
that Random was on a yachting cruise, while I was on the spot.
He then said that he could not wait for the return of Random, and
would give me a chance.
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