"Oh, he is very angry with Mrs. Jasher, and considers that she
has swindled him. He called to see her this afternoon, and--so
he says--had a stormy interview with her."
"I don't wonder at that, if he speaks as he generally does," said
the other grimly, and pushing along the cigarettes, "There you
are! The whisky and soda are on yonder table. Make yourself
comfortable, and tell me what the Professor intends to do."
"Well," said Archie, turning half round from the side table where
he was pouring out the whisky, "he had already started action,
by sending Cockatoo to live at the Sailor's Rest and spy on
Hervey."
"What rubbish! Hervey is, going away to-morrow in The Firefly,
bound for Algiers. Nothing is to be learned from him."
"So I told the Professor," said Hope, returning to the armchair
near the fire, "and I mentioned that Don Pedro had induced the
skipper to write out a full account of the theft of the mummy
from Lima thirty years ago. I also said that the signed paper
would be handed in at the Gartley jetty when The Firefly came
down stream to-morrow night."
"Humph! And what did Braddock say to that?"
"Nothing much. He merely stated that whatever Hervey said toward
proving the ownership of your future father-in-law, that he
intended to stick to the embalmed corpse of Inca Caxas, and also
that he intended to claim the emeralds when they turned up.
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