"
"Then how do you propose to find the criminal who has the mummy?"
"You give me five hundred pounds and see," said Hervey coolly.
"I haven't got the money."
"Then I reckon you don't get the corpse. So long," and the
skipper strolled towards the door. Braddock followed him.
"You have a clue?"
"No, I've got nothing; not even that five hundred pounds you make
such a fuss over. It's a wasted day with H.H., I surmise.
Wait!" He scribbled on a card and flung it across the room.
"That's my Pierside address if you should change your blamed
mind."
The Professor picked up the card. "The Sailor's Rest! What, are
you stopping there?" Then, when Hervey nodded, he cried
violently, "Why, I believe you have a clue, and stop at the hotel
to follow it up."
"Maybe I do and maybe I don't," retorted the captain, opening the
door with a jerk; "anyhow, I don't hunt for that corpse without
the dollars."
When Hiram Hervey departed, the Professor raged up and down the
room so violently that Cockatoo was cowed by his anger.
Apparently this American skipper knew of something which might
lead to the discovery of the assassin and incidentally to the
restoration of the green mummy to its rightful owner.
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