I believe the story of Senor De Gayangos; and
the mummy with its jewels belongs to him. Besides, you only wish
to see the way in which the Inca race embalmed their dead.
Well, then, unpack the mummy here in the presence of Don Pedro.
When you have satisfied your curiosity, and when Senor De
Gayangos signs a check for one thousand pounds, he can take away
the corpse. You have had so much trouble over it, that I wonder
your are not anxious to see the last of it."
"But the emeralds would sell for much money and would defray the
expenses of my expedition into Egypt to search for that Queen's
tomb."
"I understood from Lucy that Mrs. Jasher intended to finance that
expedition when she became your wife."
"Humph!" muttered Braddock, stroking his fat chin. "I said a few
foolish things to her last night when I was heated up. She may
not forgive me, Hope."
"A woman will forgive anything to the man she loves," said
Archie.
Braddock was no fool, and could not help casting a glance at his
tubby figure, which was reflected in a near mirror. It seemed
incredible that Mrs. Jasher could love him for his looks, and the
fact that he might some day be a baronet did not strike him at
the moment as a consideration.
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