"
Hervey arose briskly.
"I'm right on the job," said he, sauntering to the door. "I'll
go to that old inn of yours, where you say the Don's stopping,
and look him up. Guess I'll trade."
"But who killed Bolton?" asked Braddock, running to the door and
gripping Hervey by his coat.
The mariner looked down on the anxious face of the plump little
man with a grim smile.
"I can tell you," said he, "as you can't figure out the
business, unless I'm on the racket. No, sir; I'm the white boy
in thin circus."
The Professor shook the lean sailor in his anxiety.
"Who is he?"
"That almighty aristocrat that came on board my ship, when I lay
in the Thames on the very afternoon I arrived with Bolton."
"Who do you mean?" demanded Braddock, more and more perplexed.
"Sir Frank Random."
"What! did he kill Bolton and steal my mummy?"
"And hide it in that garden on his way to the Fort? I guess he
did."
The Professor sat down and closed his eyes with horror. When he
opened them again, Hervey was gone.
CHAPTER XVI
THE MANUSCRIPT AGAIN
But the Professor was not going to let Captain Hervey escape
without giving him full information. Before the Yankee skipper
could reach the front door, Braddock was at his heels, gasping
and blowing like a grampus.
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