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.
"What is it ?" asked Sir Frank curiously.
Don Pedro restored the manuscript to his pocket.
"It is an account of the embalming of Inca Caxas, written by his son, who was my ancestor." "Then you are descended from this Inca ?" said Mrs.Jasher eagerly.
"I am.

Had I my rights I should rule Peru.