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Updated: June 28, 2025
"What?" the baronet started back, looking thunderstruck. "Wait a moment. I have not finished yet. Hervey accuses you of this murder, of stealing the mummy, of gaining possession of the emeralds, and of placing the rifled corpse in Mrs. Jasher's garden, so that she might be accused of committing the crime." "Exactly," cried Braddock, seeing that his host remained silent from sheer surprise.
Her hair was brown and arranged in the latest fashion, while her complexion was so fresh and pink that, if she did paint as jealous women averred she must have been quite an artist with the hare's foot and the rouge pot and the necessary powder puff. Mrs. Jasher's clothes repaid the thought she expended upon them, and she was artistic in this as in other things.
But what was the mummy in its ancient case doing in Mrs. Jasher's arbor? That was the mute question which the two young people asked themselves and each other, as they stood in the chilly moonlight, staring at the grotesque thing. The mummy had disappeared from the Sailor's Rest at Pierside some weeks ago, and now unexpectedly appeared in a lonely garden, surrounded by marshes.
Jasher's merriment was forced at times, and in the searching morning light she appeared to be quite old. Wrinkles showed themselves on her plump face and weary lines appeared round her mouth. Also, she was absent-minded while the lovers chattered, and, when spoken to, would return to the present moment with a start.
Besides, although Miss Kendal did not wish to make a close companion of the widow, yet she did not dislike her, and, moreover, thought that she would make Professor Braddock a very presentable wife. Thinking thus, Lucy was quite willing to forward Mrs. Jasher's plans by inducing Don Pedro to tell all he knew about this missing mummy.
Why," added Hervey, warming to his tale, "he'd a slap-up yacht laying near the blamed hotel, and could easily ship the corpse, after slipping it through the window. When he got tired of it, and looted the emeralds, he took it by boat, below the Fort, to Mrs. Jasher's garden and left it there, so as to pull the wool over the eyes of the police. It's as clear as mud to me.
He did not seem to be surprised when he heard that the corpse of the head Inca had been found in Mrs. Jasher's garden, especially when Braddock explained the whereabouts of the property. "Wal," he drawled, "that don't make my hair stand on end. I guess the garden was on his way and he used it for a cemetery." "What are you talking about?" demanded the perplexed scientist.
As the fact of the mummy being found in Mrs. Jasher's garden would lend color to the lie, she was obliged to hold her tongue. And after all, as she says, she didn't mind, since she was engaged to the Professor, and possessed at least one of the emeralds." "Ah! the one she passed along to me. How did she get that?" Hope referred again to the manuscript.
The ingredients, which had to do with roasted gazelle, were oil and coriander seed and if my memory serves me asafoetida." "Ugh!" Mrs. Jasher's handkerchief went again to her mouth. "Say no more, Professor; your dish sounds horrid. I don't wish to eat it, and be turned into a mummy before my time."
Hope ran his eyes swiftly over the remaining portion of the paper, and gave further details rapidly to his friend. "You know all that happened," he said, "the Professor's pretended surprise when he found the corpse he had himself helped to pack and " "Yes! yes! But why was the mummy placed in Mrs. Jasher's garden?" "That was Braddock's idea.
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