第47章 CHAPTER XIV(2)

"Mr. Hope related some story you told him and others about this mummy having been stolen from you.""From my father," corrected the unsmiling Peruvian; keeping a careful eye on his host; "that is really the case. Inca Caxas is, or was, my ancestor, and this manuscript" - Don Pedro produced the same from his inner pocket - "details the funeral ceremonies.""Very interesting; most interesting," fussed Braddock, stretching out his hand. "May I see it?""You read Latin," observed Don Pedro, surrendering the manuscript.

Braddock raised his eyebrows.

"Of course," he said simply, "every well-educated man reads Latin, or should do so. Wait, sir, until I glance through this document.""One moment," said Don Pedro, as the Professor began to literally devour the discolored page. "You know from Hope, I have no doubt, how I chance upon my own property in Europe?"Braddock, still with his eyes on the manuscript, mumbled "Your own property. Quite so: quite so.""You admit that. Then you will no doubt restore the mummy to me."By this time the drift of Don Pedro's observations entirely reached the understanding of the scientist, and he dropped the document he was reading to leap to his feet.

"Restore the mummy to you!" he gasped. "Why, it is mine.""Pardon me," said the Peruvian, still gravely but very decisively, "you admitted that it belonged to me."Braddock's face deepened to a fine purple.

"I didn't know what I was saying," he protested. "How could Isay it was your property when I have bought it for nine hundred pounds?""It was stolen from me."

"That has got to be proved," said Braddock caustically.

Don Pedro rose, looking more like, Don Quixote than ever.

"I have the honor to give you my word and - ""Yes, yes. That is all right. I cast no imputation on your honor.""I should think not," said the other coldly but strongly.

"All the same, you can scarcely expect me to part with so valuable an object," Braddock waved his hand towards the case, "without strict inquiry into the circumstances. And again, sir, even if you succeed in proving your ownership, I am not inclined to restore the mummy to you for nothing.""But it is stolen property you are keeping from me.""I know nothing about that: I have only your bare word that it is so, Don Pedro. All I know is that I paid nine hundred pounds for the mummy and that it cost the best part of another hundred to bring it to England. What I have, I keep.""Like your country," said the Peruvian sarcastically.

Precisely," replied the Professor suavely. "Every Englishman has a bull-dog tenacity of purpose. Brag is a good dog, Don Pedro, but Holdfast is a better one.""Then I understand," said the Peruvian, stretching out his hand to pick up the fallen manuscript, "that you will keep the mummy.""Certainly," said Braddock coolly, "since I have paid for it.

Also, I shall keep the jewels, which the manuscript tells me -from the glance I obtained of it - were buried with it.""The sole jewels buried are two large emeralds which the mummy holds in its hands," explained Don Pedro, restoring the manuscript to his pocket, "and I wish for them so that I may get money to restore the fortunes of my family.""No! no! no!" said Braddock forcibly. "I have bought the mummy and the jewels with it. They will sell to supply me with money to fit out my expedition to the tomb of Queen Tahoser.""I shall dispute your claim," cried De Gayangos, losing his calmness.

Braddock waved his hand with supreme content.

"I can give you the address of my lawyers," he retorted; "any steps you choose to take will only result in loss, and from what you hint I should not think that you had much money to spend on litigation."Don Pedro bit his lip, and saw that it was indeed a more difficult task than he had anticipated to make Braddock yield up his prize.

"If you were in Lima," he muttered, speaking Spanish in his excitement, "you would then learn that I speak truly.""I do not doubt your truth," answered the Professor in the same language.

De Gayangos wheeled and faced his host, much surprised.

"You speak my tongue, senor?" he demanded.

Braddock nodded.

"I have been in Spain, and I have been in Peru," he answered dryly, "therefore I know classical Spanish and its colonial dialects. As to being in Lama, I was there, and I do not wish to go there again, as I had quite enough of those uncivilized parts thirty years ago, when the country was much disturbed after your civil war.""You were in Lima thirty years ago," echoed Don Pedro; "then you were there when Vasa stole this mummy.""I don't know who stole it, or even if it was stolen," said the Professor obstinately, "and I don't know the name of Vasa. Ah! now I remember. Young Hope did say something about the Swedish sailor whom you said stole the mummy.""Vasa did, and brought it to Europe to sell - probably to that man in Paris, who afterwards sold it to your Malteses collector.""No doubt," rejoined Braddock calmly; "but what has all this to do with me, Don Pedro?""I want my mummy," raged the other, and looked dangerous.

"Then you won't get it," retorted Braddock, adopting a pugnacious attitude and quite composed. "This mummy has caused one death, Don Pedro, and from your looks I should think you would like it to cause another.""Will you not be honest?"

"I'll knock your head off if you bring my honesty into question,"cried the Professor, standing on tip-toe like a bantam. "The best thing to do will be to take the matter into court. Then the law can decide, and I have little doubt but what it will decide in my favor."The Englishman and the Peruvian glared at one another, and Cockatoo, who was crouching on the floor, glanced from one angry face to another. He guessed that the white men were quarreling and perhaps would come to blows. It was at this moment that a knock came to the door, and a minute later Archie entered.