THE LETTER
At this second insult Archie quite expected to see the skipper again draw his revolver and shoot. He therefore jumped up rapidly to once more avert disaster. But perhaps the fiery American was awed by the presence of a second lady - since men of the adventurous type are often shy when the fair *** is at hand -for he meekly sat where he was and did not even contradict. Don Pedro shook hands with Sir Frank, and then Hervey smiled blandly.
"I see you don't believe in my theory," said he scoffingly.
"What theory is that?" asked Random hastily.
"Hervey declares that you murdered Bolton, stole the manuscript from him, and concealed it in your room," said Archie succinctly.
"I can't suggest any other reason for its presence in the room,"observed the American with a grim smile. "If I'm wrong, perhaps this almighty aristocrat will correct me."Random was about to do so, and with some pardonable heat, when he was anticipated by Donna Inez. It has been mentioned before that this young lady was of the silent order. Usually she simply ornamented any company in which she found herself without troubling to entertain with her tongue. But the accusation against the baronet, whom she apparently loved, changed her into a voluble virago. Brushing aside the little Professor, who stood in her way, she launched herself forward and spoke at length.
Hervey, cowering in the chair, thus met with an antagonist against whom he had no armor. He could not use force; she dominated him with her eye and when he ventured to open his mouth his few feeble words were speedily drowned by the torrent of speech which flowed from the lips of the Peruvian lady. Every one was as astonished by this outburst as though a dog had spoken. That the hitherto silent Donna Inez de Gayangos should speak thus freely and with such power was quite as great a miracle.
"You - are a dog and a liar," said Donna Inez with great distinctness, and speaking English excellently. "What you say against Sir Frank is madness and foolish talk. In Genoa my father did not speak of the manuscript, nor did I, who tell you this. How, then, could Sir Frank kill this poor man, when he had no reason to slay him - ""For the emeralds," faltered Hervey weakly.
"For the emeralds!" echoed the lady scornfully. "Sir Frank is rich. He does not need to steal to have much money. He is a gentleman, who does not murder, as you have done."Hervey started to his feet, dismayed but defiant, and saw that he was ringed with unfriendly faces.
"As I have done. Why, I am - "
Donna Inez interrupted.
"You are a murderer. I truly believe that you - yes, that you"she pointed a scornful finger at him "killed this poor man who was bringing the mummy to the Professor. If you were in my own country, I should have you lashed like the dog you are. Pig of a Yankee, vile scum of the - ""That will do, Inez," said De Gayangos imperiously. "We wish to make this gentleman tell the truth, and this is not the way to go about the matter.""Gentleman," echoed the angry Peruvian, "he is none. Truth!
There is no truth in him, the pig of pigs!" and then, her English failing, she took refuge in Spanish, which is a fairly comprehensive language for swearing in a polite way. The words fairly poured from her mouth, and she looked as fierce as Bellona, the goddess of war.
Archie, listening to her words and watching her beautiful face distorted out of all loveliness, secretly congratulated himself upon the fact that he was not her prospective bridegroom. He wondered how Sir Frank, who was a mild, good-tempered man himself, could dare to make such a fiery female Lady Random.
Perhaps the young man thought himself that she was going a trifle too far, for he touched her nervously on the arm. At once the anger of Donna Inez died down, and she submitted to be led to a chair, whispering as she went, "It was for your sake, my angel, that I was angry," she said, and then relapsed into silence, watching all future proceedings with flashing eyes but compressed mouth.
"Wal," muttered Hervey with his invariable drawl, "now that the lady has eased her mind, I should like to know why this aristocrat says I placed that manuscript in his room.""You shall know, and at once," said Random promptly. "Did you not call to see me a day or so ago ?""I did, sir. I wished to tell you what I had discovered, so that you might pay me to shut my mouth if you felt so inclined. Iasked where your room was, sir, and walked right in, since your flunky was not at the door.""Quite so. You were in my room for a few minutes - ""Say five," interpolated the American imperturbably.
"And then came down. You met my servant, who told you that Iwould not be back for five or six hours."
"That's just as you state, sir. I was sorry to miss you, but, my time being valuable, I had to get back to Pierside. Failing you, I later came to see the Professor here, and told him what I had discovered.""You merely discovered a mare's nest," said Random contemptuously; "but this is not the point. I believe that you, and you only, could have hidden that manuscript among my books, intending that it should be discovered, so that I might be implicated in this crime.""Did your flunky tell you that much?" inquired Hervey coolly.
"My servant told me nothing, save that you had been in my room, where you had no right to be.""Then," said the American quietly and decisively, "I can't see, sir, how you can place the ticket on me.""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.
