"You accuse me, so why should I not accuse you?" retorted Random.
"Because you are guilty, and I ain't," snapped the American.
"You join issue: you join issue," murmured Braddock, rubbing his hands.
Random took no notice of the interruption.
"I have heard from Mr. Hope and Professor Braddock of the grounds upon
which you base your accusation, and I have explained to them how I came
to be on board your ship and both in and out of the Sailor's Rest."
"And the explanation is quite satisfactory," said Hope smartly.
"I agree," Donna Inez nodded with very bright eyes. "Sir Frank has
explained to me also. He knew nothing of the manuscript."
"And you, sir," said Don Pedro quietly to Captain Hervey, "apparently
did, since you stole it along with the mummy from Lima."
"I confess the theft, but I didn't know what the manuscript contained,"
said the skipper dryly, "or I reckon you wouldn't have to ask who stole
the emeralds. No, sir, I should have looted them."
"I believe you did, and murdered Bolton," cried Random hotly.
"Shucks!" retorted Hervey, rising with a shrug, "if I had wished to get
rid of Bolton, I'd have yanked him overboard and then would have written
`accident' in my blamed log-book."
Braddock looked at Don Pedro, and Archie at Sir Frank. What the skipper
said was plausible enough. No man would have been such a fool as to have
murdered Bolton ashore, when he could have done so without suspicion on
board the tramp. Moreover, Hervey spoke with genuine regret, since he
had missed the emeralds and assuredly would not have hesitated to
steal them even at the cost of Bolton's life, had he known of their
whereabouts. So far he had made a good defense, and, seeing the
impression produced, he strolled to the door. There he halted.
"If you gents want to lynch me," he said leisurely, "I'll be found at
the Sailor's Rest for the next week. Then I'm going as skipper of The
Firefly steamer, Port o' London, to Algiers. You can send the sheriff
along whenever you choose. But I mean to have my picnic first, and
to-morrow I'm going to Inspector Date with my yarn. Then I guess that
almighty aristocrat wilt find himself in quod."
"Wait a moment," cried Braddock, running to the door. "Let me talk to
you and arrange what is best to be done. If you will--"
He proceeded no further, for without vouchsafing him a reply, Hervey,
now quite master of the situation, passed through the door, and the
Professor hastily followed him. Those who remained looked at one
another, scarcely knowing what to say, or how to act.
"They will arrest thee, my angel," cried Donna Inez, clasping Random's
arm.