Perhaps the young man thought himself that she was going a trifle too far, for he touched her nervously on the arm. At once the anger of Donna Inez died down, and she submitted to be led to a chair, whispering as she went, “It was for your sake, my angel, that I was angry,” she said, and then relapsed into silence, watching all future proceedings with flashing eyes but compressed mouth. “Wal,” muttered Hervey with his invariable drawl, “now that the lady has eased her mind, I should like to know why this aristocrat says I placed that manuscript in his room.” “You shall know, and at once,” said Random promptly. “Did you not call to see me a day or so ago?” “I did, sir. I wished to tell you what I had discovered, so that you might pay me to shut my mouth if you felt so inclined. I asked where your room was, sir, and walked right in, since your flunky was not at the door.” “Quite so. You were in my room for a few minutes--” “Say five,” interpolated the American imperturbably. “And then came down. You met my servant, who told you that I would not be back for five or six hours.” “That's just as you state, sir. I was sorry to miss you, but, my time being valuable, I had to get back to Pierside. Failing you, I later came to see the Professor here, and told him what I had discovered.” “You merely discovered a mare's nest,” said Random contemptuously; “but this is not the point. I believe that you, and you only, could have hidden that manuscript among my books, intending that it should be discovered, so that I might be implicated in this crime.” “Did your flunky tell you that much?” inquired Hervey coolly. “My servant told me nothing, save that you had been in my room, where you had no right to be.” “Then,” said the American quietly and decisively, “I can't see, sir, how you can place the ticket on me.” “You accuse me, so why should I not accuse you?” retorted Random. “Because you are guilty, and I ain't,” snapped the American. “You join issue: you join issue,” murmured Braddock, rubbing his hands. Random took no notice of the interruption. “I have heard from Mr. Hope and Professor Braddock of the grounds upon which you base your accusation, and I have explained to them how I came to be on board your ship and both in and out of the Sailor's Rest.” “And the explanation is quite satisfactory,” said Hope smartly. “I agree,” Donna Inez nodded with very bright eyes. “Sir Frank has explained to me also. He knew nothing of the manuscript.” “And you, sir,” said Don Pedro quietly to Captain Hervey, “apparently did, since you stole it along with the mummy from Lima.” “I confess the theft, but I didn't know what the manuscript contained,” said the skipper dryly, “or I reckon you wouldn't have to ask who stole the emeralds. No, sir, I should have looted them.” “I believe you did, and murdered Bolton,” cried Random hotly.