I'm no worse than that dandy gentleman who added murder to stealing, anyhow." "Ah!" Braddock bounded off his chair like an india-rubber ball, "you said that you knew who had committed the murder." "Wal," drawled Hervey again, "I do and I don't.

That is I suspect, but I can't swear to the business before a judge." "Who killed Bolton ?" asked the Professor furiously.

"Tell me at once." "Not me, unless it's made worth my while." "It will be, by Don Pedro." "That yellow-stomach.

What's he got to do with it ?" "I have just told you the mummy belongs to him; he came to Europe to find it.

He wants the emeralds, and intends to offer a reward of one hundred pounds for the discovery of the assassin." Hervey arose briskly.
"I'm right on the job," said he, sauntering to the door.