Both Don Pedro and Professor Braddock were amazed and angry at the of the jewels, but Hope did not express much surprise. Considering the facts of the murder, it was just what he expected, although it must be confessed that he was wise after the event.  
“I refer you to your own words immediately before the case was opened, Professor,” he remarked, after the first surprise had .
 
“Words! words!” snapped Braddock, who was anything but pleased. “What words of mine do you mean, Hope?”
 
“You said that it was not likely that any one would commit a murder for the sake of the mummy only, and then leave it in Mrs. Jasher's garden. Also, you declared that you had your doubts about the safety of the emeralds, else you would not have consented to sell the mummy again to its rightful owner.”
 
The Professor nodded.
 
“Quite so: quite so. And what I say I hold to,” he retorted, “especially as I have proved myself a true prophet. You can both see for yourselves,” he waved his hand towards the rifled case, “that poor Sidney must have been killed for the sake of the emeralds. The question is, who killed him?”
 
“The person who knew about the jewels,” said Don Pedro .
 
“Of course: but who did know? I was ignorant until you told me about the manuscript. And you, Hope?” He searched Archie's face.
 
“Do you intend to accuse me?” questioned the young man with a slight laugh. “I assure you, Professor, that I was ignorant of what had been buried with the , until Don Pedro related his story the other night to myself and , and the ladies.”
 
Braddock turned impatiently to De Gayangos, as he did not approve of Archie's apparent .
 
“Does any one else know of the contents of this manuscript?” he demanded .
 
Don Pedro nursed his chin and looked on the ground.
 
“It is just possible that Vasa may.”
 
“Vasa? Vasa? Oh yes, the sailor who stole the mummy thirty years ago from your father in Lima. Pooh! pooh! pooh! You tell me that this manuscript is written in Latin, and evidently in Latin at that, which is of the worst. Your sailor could not read it, and would not know the value of the manuscript. If he had, he would have carried it off.”
 
“Senor,” said the Peruvian politely, “I have an idea that my father made a translation of this manuscript, or at all events a copy.”
 
“But I understood,” put in Hope, still astride of his chair, “that you did not find the original manuscript until your father died.”
 
“That is quite true, sir,” the other readily, “but I did not tell you everything the other night. My father it was who found the manuscript at Cuzco, and although I cannot state , yet I believe I am correct in saying that he had a copy made. But whether the copy was merely a or actually a translation, I cannot tell. I think it was the former, as if Vasa, reading a translation, had learned of the jewels, he would have stolen them before selling this mummy to the Parisian collector.”
 
“Perhaps he did,” said Braddock, pointing to the rifled corpse. “You see that the emeralds are missing.”
 
“Your assistant's assassin stole them,” insisted Don Pedro coldly.
 
“We cannot be sure of that,” retorted the Professor, “although I admit that no man would his neck for the sake of a corpse.”
 
Archie looked surprised.
 
“But an such as you are, Professor, might risk so much.”
 
For once in his life Braddock made a good-humored reply.
 
“No, sir. Not even for this mummy would I place myself in the power of the law. And I do not think that any other scientist would either. We savants may not be worldly, but we are not fools. However, the fact that the jewels are gone, and whether they were stolen by Vasa thirty years ago, or by poor Sidney's assassin the other day, I don't know, and, what is more, I don't care. I shall examine the mummy further, and in a couple of days Don Pedro can bring me a check for one thousand and remove his ancestor.”
 
“No! no!” cried the Peruvian hurriedly; “since the emeralds are missing, I am not in a position to pay you one thousand English pounds, sir. I want to take back the body of Inca Caxas to Lima; as one must show respect to one's ancestors. But the fact is, I cannot pay the money.”
 
“You said that you could,” shouted the Professor in his way.
 
“I admit it, senor, but I had hoped to do so when I sold the emeralds, which—as you can see—are not available. Therefore the body of my royal ancestor must remain here until I can the money. And it may be that Sir Frank Random will help me in this matter.”
 
“He wouldn't help me,” snapped Braddock, “so why should he help you?”
 
Don Pedro, looking more than ever, drew himself up to his tall height.
 
“Sir Frank,” he said, in a stately way, “has done me the honor of seeking to be my son-in-law. As my daughter loves him, I am willing to permit the marriage, but now that I have learned the emeralds are lost, I shall not consent until Sir Frank buys the mummy from you, Professor. It is only right that my daughter's hand should her regal from scientific surroundings and that she should take the mummy back to be buried in Lima. At the same time, sir, I must say that I am the rightful owner of the dead, and that you should surrender the mummy to me free of charge.”
 
“What, and lose a thousand pounds!” cried Braddock furiously. “No, sir, I shall do nothing of the sort. You only wanted the mummy for the sake of the jewels, and now that they are lost, you do not care what becomes of your confounded ancestor, and you—”
 
The Professor would have gone on still more furiously, but that Hope, seeing Don Pedro was growing angry at the insult, chimed in.
 
“Let me throw oil on the troubled waters,” he said, . “Don Pedro is not able to redeem the mummy until the emeralds are found. As such is the case, we must find the emeralds and enable him to do what is necessary.”
 
“And how are we to find the jewels?” asked Braddock crossly.
 
“By finding the assassin.”
 
“How is that to be done?” asked De Gayangos gloomily. “I have been doing my best at Pierside, but I cannot find a single clue. Vasa is not to be found.”
 
“Vasa!” exclaimed Archie and the Professor, both profoundly astonished.
 
Don Pedro raised his .
 
“Certainly. Vasa, if anyone, must have killed your assistant, since he alone could have known that the jewels were buried with Inca Caxas.”
 
“But, my dear sir,” argued Hope good-naturedly, “if Vasa stole the manuscript, whether translated or not, he certainly must have learned the truth long, long ago, since thirty years have elapsed. In that event he must have stolen the jewels, as Professor Braddock remarked lately, before he sold the mummy to the Parisian collector.”
 
“That may be so,” said Don Pedro , while the Professor muttered his approval, “but we cannot be certain on that point. No one—I agree with the Professor in this—would have risked his neck to steal a mummy, therefore the for the committal of the crime must have been the emeralds. Only Vasa knew of their existence outside myself and my dead father. He, therefore, must be the assassin. I shall hunt for him, and, when I find him, I shall have him arrested.”
 
“But you can't possibly recognize the man after thirty years?” argued Braddock disbelievingly.
 
“I have a royal memory for faces,” said Don Pedro , “and in the past I saw much of Vasa. He was then a young sailor of twenty.”
 
“Humph!” muttered Braddock. “He is now fifty, and must have changed in thirty years. You'll never recognize him.”
 
“Oh, I think so,” said the Peruvian smoothly. “His eyes were peculiarly blue and full of light. Also, he had a scar on the right temple from a blow which he received in a street riot in which I also was concerned. Finally, gentlemen, Vasa loved a peon girl on my father's estate, and she induced him to have the sun encircled by a serpent—a Peruvian symbol—tattooed on his left wrist. With all these marks, and with my memory for faces, which never yet has failed me, I have no doubt but what I shall recognize the man.”
 
“And then?”
 
“And then I shall have him arrested”
 
Hope his square shoulders. He had not much belief in Don Pedro's boasted royal memory, and did not think that he would recognize a young sailor of twenty in what would certainly be a grizzled old salt of fifty years. However, it was possible that the man might be right in his , since Vasa alone could have known about the emeralds. The only doubt was whether he would have waited for thirty years before looting the mummy. Archie said nothing of these thoughts, as they would only serve to prolong an unprofitable discussion. But he made one suggestion.
 
“Your best plan,” he said suggestively, “is to write a description of Vasa—who, by the way, has probably changed his name—and hand it to ............