However, as the discovery of the criminal would assuredly lead to the regaining of that precious Peruvian relic, he curbed his wrath and answered the Coroner's questions in a fairly amiable fashion.
And, after all, Braddock had very little to tell.

He had, so he stated, seen an advertisement in a newspaper that a mummy, swathed in green bandages, was to be sold in Malta; and had sent his assistant to buy it and bring it home.

This was done, and what happened after the mummy left the tramp steamer was known to everyone, through the medium of the press.
"With which," grumbled the Professor, "I do not agree." "What do you mean by that ?" asked the Coroner sharply.
"I mean, sir," snapped Braddock, equally sharply, "that the publicity given by the newspapers to these details will probably place the assassin on his guard." "Why not on her guard ?" persisted the Coroner wilfully.
"Rubbish! rubbish! rubbish! My mummy wasn't stolen by a woman.

What the devil would a woman want with my mummy ?" "Be more respectful, Professor." "Then talk sense, doctor," and the two glared at one another.
After a moment or two the situation was adjusted in silence, and the Coroner asked a few questions, pertinent to the matter in hand.
"Had the deceased any enemies ?" "No, sir, he hadn't, not being famous enough, or rich enough, or clever enough to excite the hatred of mankind.

He was simply an intelligent young man, who worked excellently when supervised by me.