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They were determined to get at the root of the mystery, and when Mrs. Jasher became sensible she would be able to reveal the truth. "It's all of a piece with the sending of the emerald," said Random to the artist, "and that is connected, as we know, with the death of Bolton." "Do you think that this man who has struck down Mrs. Jasher is the same one who strangled Sidney Bolton?"
"Yes! it is my mummy, the mummy of Inca Caxas. Now I shall learn how the Peruvians embalmed their royal dead. Mine! mine! mine!" He crooned like a mother over a child, caressing the coffin; then suddenly drew himself upright and fixed Mrs. Jasher with an indignant eye. "So it was you, madam, who stole my mummy," he declared venomously, "and I thought of making you my wife.
Perhaps she felt that her strength needed keeping up, but she certainly partook largely of the delicate dinner provided by Jane, who was a most excellent cook. After dinner, Mrs. Jasher lay on a pink couch in the pink parlor by a splendid fire, for the night was cold and raw with a promise of rain. The widow had a small table at her elbow, on which stood a cup of coffee and a glass of liquor.
"No, it is in the ancient Arabic character; that into which the works of Aristotle were translated as far back as the ninth century of our era. It is a curious treatise by the Arabic sage, Ibn Jasher, who was the teacher of Ibn Zohr, who was the teacher of Averroes.
What is more, I believe that Bolton got her those clothes, and that she was the woman who talked to him went there to see how the little scheme was progressing." "If I thought that," said Random coldly, "I would not help Mrs. Jasher." "Oh, yes, you would. The greater the sinner the more need she or he has of help, you know, my dear fellow. But get your coat on, and let us toddle.
You have given my father enough." "But if Random lends money for this expedition?" "He does so at his own risk. I am not going to marry Sir Frank because of my step-father's requirements. He has no rights over me, and, whether he consents or not, I marry you." "My darling!" and Archie kissed her before they followed Mrs. Jasher into the drawing-room. All the same, he foresaw trouble.
Random took the handkerchief and placed it to his nostrils. As he did so a strange expression of triumph crept into his eyes. "I think you told me once that it was a Chinese perfume," he said, returning the handkerchief. Mrs. Jasher nodded, well pleased. "I get it from a friend of my late husband who is in the British Embassy at Pekin. No one uses it but me."
Sometimes Donna Inez came with the widow, while her father was hunting for the mummy in Pierside, and then Sir Frank Random would be sure to put in an appearance to woo his Dulcinea in admiring silence. Mrs. Jasher declared that the two must have made love by telepathy, for they rarely exchanged a word.
"I can't tell at this distance," said Lucy, "and if you can, Mrs. Jasher I really do not see why you require glasses." Mrs. Jasher laughed at the compliment to her sight, and colored through her rouge at the reproof to her vanity. Meanwhile, the smaller figure, which was that of a village lad leading a tall gentleman and a slender lady, pointed toward the group round Hope's easel.
"If you refuse to explain to me you shall to the police," said Sir Frank, rising and making for the door. Mrs. Jasher flung herself forward and clung to him. "For God's sake, don't!" "Then you will explain? You will tell me?" "Tell you what?" "Who murdered Sidney Bolton." "I do not know. I swear I do not know," she cried feverishly. "That is ridiculous," said Random coldly.
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