"Dear me," remarked Mrs. Jasher, shielding her fair cheek with the
unnecessary fan, and venturing on a joke, "is the mummy a relative?"
"Yes, madame," replied Don Pedro, gravely and unexpectedly.
At this every one, very naturally, looked astonished--that is, all save
Donna Inez, who still preserved her fixed smile. Mrs. Jasher took a
mental note of the same, and decided that the young lady was not very
intelligent. Meanwhile Don Pedro continued his speech after a glance
round the circle.
"I have the blood of the royal Inca race in my veins," he said with
pride.
"Ha!" murmured the widow to herself, "then that accounts for your love
of color, which is so un-English;" then she raised her voice. "Tell us
all about it, Don Pedro," she entreated; "we are usually so dull here
that a romantic story excites us dreadfully."
"I do not know that it is very romantic," said Don Pedro with a polite
smile, "and if you will not find it dull--"
"Oh, no!" said Archie, who was as anxious as Mrs. Jasher to hear what
was to be said about the mummy. "Come, sir, we are all attention."
Don Pedro bowed again, and again swept the circle with his deep-set
eyes.
"The Inca Caxas," he remarked, "was one of the decadent rulers of
ancient Peru. At the Conquest by the Spaniards, Inca Atahuallpa was
murdered by Pizarro, as you probably know. Inca Toparca succeeded him as
a puppet king. He died also, and it was suspected that he was slain by
a native chief called Challcuchima. Then Manco succeeded, and is looked
upon by historians as the last Inca of Peru. But he was not."
"This is news, indeed," said Random lazily. "And who was the last Inca?"
"The man who is now the green mummy."
"Inca Caxas," ventured Lucy timidly.
Don Pedro looked at her sharply. "How do you come to know the name?"
"You mentioned it just now, but, before that, I heard my father mention
it," said Lucy, who was surprised at the sharpness of his tone.
"And where did the Professor learn the name?" asked Don Pedro anxiously.
Lucy shook her head.
"I cannot say. But go on with the story," she continued, with the naive
curiosity of a child.
"Yes, do," pleaded Mrs. Jasher, who was listening with all her ears.
The Peruvian meditated for a few minutes, then slipped his hand into the
pocket of his coat and brought out a discolored parchment, scrawled and
scribbled with odd-looking letters in purple ink somewhat faded.
"Did you ever see this before?" he asked Lucy, "or any manuscript like
it?"
"No," she answered, bending forward to examine the parchment carefully.
Don Pedro again swept an inquiring eye round the circle, but everyone
denied having seen the manuscript.