Mrs.
Jasher, although longing to escape and hide herself, remained
where she was, cowed by a spy who did not exist.
The next day Random went to the Pyramids as soon as his duties
permitted and saw the Professor. To the prospective bridegroom
he explained all that had happened, and displayed the anonymous
letter, with an account of how he had proved Mrs. Jasher to be
the writer. Braddock's hair could not stand on end, as he had
none, but he lost his temper completely, and raged up and down
the museum in a way which frightened Cockatoo out of his barbaric
wits. When more quiet he sat down to discuss the matter, and
promptly demanded that Mrs. Jasher should be handed over to the
police. But he might have guessed that Sir Frank would refuse to
follow this extreme advice.
"She has acted badly, I admit," said the young man. "All the
same, I think she is a better woman than you may think,
Professor."
"Think! think! think!" shouted the fiery little man, getting up
once more to trot up and down like an infuriated poodle. "I
think she is a bad woman, a wicked woman. To deceive me into
thinking her rich and--"
"But surely, Professor, you wished to marry her also for love?"
"Nothing of the sort, sir: nothing of the sort.
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