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The upshot of the argument was that Lucy got her own way, and the

Professor rather unwillingly agreed to part with the mummy and restore

the thousand pounds. But he regretted doing so, as he wished to get all

the money he could to go towards his proposed Egyptian expedition, and

Mrs. Jasher's fortune, as he assured his step-daughter, was not so large

as might be thought. However, Lucy overruled him, and retired to bed,

congratulating herself that she would soon be able to marry Hope. She

was beginning to grow a trifle weary of the Professor's selfish nature,

and wondered how her mother had put up with it for so long.

Next day Braddock did not go with Don Pedro to Pierside, as he was

very busy in his museum. The Peruvian went alone, and Archie, after a

morning's work at his easel, sought out Widow Anne to ask questions.

Lucy and Donna Inez paid an afternoon visit to Mrs. Jasher and found

her in bed, as she had caught a mild sort of influenza. They expected to

find Sir Frank here, but it seemed that he had not called. Thinking that

he was detained by military business, the girls thought nothing more of

his absence, although Donna Inez was somewhat downcast.

But Random was detained in his quarters by a letter which had arrived by

the mid-day host, and which surprised him not a little. The postmark

was London, and the writing, evidently a disguised hand, was almost

illegible in its crudeness. The contents ran as follows, and it will be

noticed that there is neither date nor address, and that it is written

in the third person: "If Sir Frank Random wants his character to be cleared and all suspicion

of murder to be removed from him, he can be completely exonerated by

the writer, if he will pay the same five thousand pounds. If Sir Frank

Random is willing to do this, let him appoint a meeting-place in London,

and the writer will send a messenger to receive the money and to hand

over the proofs which will clear Sir Frank Random. If Sir Frank Random

plays the writer false, or communicates with the police, proofs will be

forthcoming which will prove him to be guilty of Sidney Bolton's death,

and which will bring him to the scaffold without any chance of escape.

A couple of lines in the Agony Column of The Daily Telegraph, signed

`Artillery,' and appointing a meeting-place, will suffice; but beware of

treachery."