“Oh yes. Silly young ass to get killed. Lost my mummy, too: there's trouble if you like.”
“The green mummy.” Random looked into the fire, “Yes. I have heard of the green mummy.”
“I should think you have,” snapped Braddock, warming his plump hands. “Every penny-a-liner has been talking about it. When did you return?”
“On the same day that that steamer with the mummy on board arrived,” was Random's odd reply.
The Professor stared suspiciously. “I don't see why you should date your movements by my mummy,” he retorted.
“Well, I had a reason in doing so.”
“What reason?”
“The mummy—”
“What about it?—do you know where it is?” Braddock started to his feet, and looked eagerly at the calm face of his host.
“No, I wish I did. How much did you pay for it, Professor?”