Donna Inez clapped her hands and her eyes flashed, for, like
every woman, she had a profound love for jewels.
"Oh, how lovely, Frank! It must be worth no end of money."
"Professor Braddock sold the other to some Indian rajah in
Amsterdam--through an agent, I presume for three thousand
pounds."
"I shall get more than that," said Don Pedro quickly. "The
Professor sold his jewel in a hurry and had no time to bargain.
But sooner or later I shall get five thousand pounds for this."
He held the gem in the sunlight, where it glowed like an emerald
sun. "Why, it is worthy of a king's crown."
"I fear you will never get the other gem," said Random
regretfully. "I believe that it is on its way to India, if Mrs.
Jasher can be trusted."
"Never mind. I shall be content with this one, senor. I have
simple tastes, and this will do much to restore the fortunes of
my family. When I go back with this and the green mummy, all
those Indians who know of my descent from the ancient Incas will
be delighted and will pay me fresh reverence."
"But you forget," said Random, frowning, "the green mummy has
been taken away by Professor Braddock."
"They cannot have gone far with it," said Donna Inez, shrugging.
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