The Professor shook the lean sailor in his anxiety.
"Who is he?"
"That almighty aristocrat that came on board my ship, when I lay in the
Thames on the very afternoon I arrived with Bolton."
"Who do you mean?" demanded Braddock, more and more perplexed.
"Sir Frank Random."
"What! did he kill Bolton and steal my mummy?"
"And hide it in that garden on his way to the Fort? I guess he did."
The Professor sat down and closed his eyes with horror. When he opened
them again, Hervey was gone.