"Archie! Archie! She's fainted."
Hope rushed forward, and raised the stout little woman in his arms.
Jane, attracted by the clamor, appeared on the scene, and between the
three of them they managed to get Mrs. Jasher placed on the sofa of the
pink drawing-room. She certainly was in a dead faint, so Hope left her
to the administrations of Lucy and the servant, and walked out again
into the garden, closing the cottage door after him.
He found the heartless Professor quite oblivious to Mrs. Jasher's
sufferings, so taken up was he with the newly found mummy. Cockatoo had
been sent for a hand-cart, and while he was absent Braddock expatiated
on the perfections of this relic of Peruvian civilization.
"Will you sell it to Don Pedro?" asked Hope.
"After I have done with it, not before," snapped Braddock, hovering
round his treasure. "I shall want a percentage on my bargain also."
Archie thought privately that if Braddock unswathed the mummy, he
would find the emeralds and would probably stick to them, so that his
expedition to Egypt might be financed. It that case Don Pedro would no
longer wish to buy the corpse of his ancestor. But while he debated as
to the advisability of telling the Professor of the existence of the
emeralds, Cockatoo returned with the hand-cart.
"You have lost Mrs. Jasher," said Hope, while he, assisted the Professor
to hoist the mummy on to the cart.
"Never mind! never mind!" Braddock patted the coffin. "I have found
something much more to my mind: something ever so much better. Ha! ha!"