“Yes! yes! yes!” cried Braddock, hastily cutting him short and shaking his hand.  “I apologize for my suspicions.  Now I maintain that you are innocent.”

“And I never believed you to be guilty,” cried Hope heartily.

“Thank you both,” said Random simply, and, having closed the door, he returned to a chair near the fire to smoke a pipe, and meditate over his future movements.  “An enemy hath done this,” said Random, referring to the concealment of the manuscript, but he could think of no one who desired to harm him in any way.

CHAPTER XVIII

RECOGNITION

Lucy and Mrs. Jasher were having a confidential conversation in the small pink drawing-room.  True to her promise, Miss Kendal had come to readjust matters between the fiery little Professor and the widow.  But it was not an easy task, as Mrs. Jasher was righteously indignant at the rash words used to her.

“As if I knew anything about the matter,” she repeated again and again in angry tones.  “Why, my dear, he as good as told me I had murdered—­”

Lucy did not let her finish.

“There! there!” she said, speaking as she would have done to a fretful child, “you know what my father is.”

“It seems to me that I am just beginning to learn,” said the widow bitterly, “and knowing how ready he is to believe ill of me, I think it is better we should part for ever.”

“But you’ll never be Lady Braddock.”

“Even if I married him, I am not sure that I should be, since I learn that his brother is singularly healthy and comes of a long-lived family.  And it will not be pleasant to live with your father when he has such a temper.”

“That was only because he was excited.  Think of your salon, and of the position you wish to hold in, London.”

“Ah, well,” said Mrs. Jasher, visibly softening, “there is something to be said there.  After all, one can never find a man who is perfection.  And a very amiable man is usually a fool.  One can’t expect a rose to be without thorns.  But really, my dear,” she surveyed Lucy with mild surprise, “you appear to be very anxious that I should marry your father.”

“I want to see my father made comfortable before I marry Archie,” said the girl with a blush.  “Of course my father is quite a child in household affairs and needs everything done for him.  Archie—­I am glad to say—­is now in a position to marry me in the spring.  I want you to be married about the same time, and then you can live in Gartley, and—­”

“No, my dear,” said Mrs. Jasher firmly, “if I marry your father, he wishes us to go at once to Egypt in search of this tomb.”

“I know that he wants you to help with the money left to you by your late brother.  But surely you will not go up the Nile yourself?”

“No, certainly not,” said the widow promptly.  “I shall remain in Cairo while the Professor goes on his excursion into Ethiopia.  I know that Cairo is a very charming place, and that I shall be able to enjoy myself there.”