“It will be, by Don Pedro.” “That yellow-stomach. What's he got to do with it?” “I have just told you the mummy belongs to him; he came to Europe to find it. He wants the emeralds, and intends to offer a reward of one hundred pounds for the discovery of the assassin.” 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. “Come back, come back. Tell me all.” “I reckon not,” rejoined the mariner, removing Braddock's grip. “You ain't the one to give the money. I'll go to the Don, or to Inspector Date of Pierside.” “But Sir Frank must be innocent,” insisted Braddock. “He's got to prove it,” was the dry response. “Let me go.” “No. You must tell me on what grounds--” “Oh, the devil take you!” said Hervey hastily, and sat down on one of the hall chairs. “It's this way, since you won't let me skip until I tell you. This almighty aristocrat came to Pierside on the same afternoon as I cast anchor. While Bolton was on board, he looked in to have a yarn of sorts.” “What about?” “Now, how in creation should I know?” snapped the skipper. “I wasn't on hand, as I'd enough to do with unloading cargo. But his lordship went with Bolton to the state-room, and they talked for half an hour. When they came out, I saw that his lordship had his hair riz, and heard him saying things to Bolton.” “What sort of things?” “Well, for one, he said, `You'll repent of this,' and then again, `Your life isn't safe while you keep it.'” “Meaning the mummy?” “I reckon that's so, unless I am mistaken,” said Hervey serenely. “Why didn't you go to the police with this information?” “Me? Not much. Why, I saw no way of making dollars. And then, again, I did not think of putting things together, until I found that his lorship--” “Meaning Sir Frank,” interpolated the Professor, frowning.