oyance. The ingredients, which
had to do with roasted gazelle, were oil and coriander seed and--if my
memory serves me--asafoetida."

"Ugh!" Mrs. Jasher's handkerchief went again to her mouth. "Say no
more, Professor; your dish sounds horrid. I don't wish to eat it, and be
turned into a mummy before my time."

"You would make a really beautiful mummy," said Braddock, paying what
he conceived was a compliment; "and, should you die, I shall certainly
attend to your embalming, if you prefer that to cremation."

"You dreadful man!" cried the widow, turning pale and shrinking. "Why, I
really believe that you would like to see me packed away in one of those
disgusting coffins."

"Disgusting!" cried the outraged Professor, striking one of the
brilliantly tinted cases. "Can you call so beautiful a specimen of
sepulchral art disgusting? Look at the colors, at the regularity of
the hieroglyphics--why, the history of the dead is set out in this
magnificent series of pictures." He adjusted his pince-nez and began
to read, "The Osirian, Scemiophis that is a female name, Mrs.
Jasher--who--"

"I don't want to have my history written on my coffin," interrupted the
widow hysterically, for this funereal talk frightened her. "It would
take much more space than a mummy case upon which to write it. My life
has been volcanic, I can tell you. By the way," she added hurriedly,
seeing that Braddock was on the eve of resuming the reading, "tell me
about your Inca mummy. Has it arrived?"

The Professor immediately followed the false trail. "Not yet," he said
briskly, rubbing his smooth hands, "but in three days I expect The Diver
will be at Pierside, and Sidney will bring the mummy on here. I shall
unpack it at once and learn exactly how the ancient Peruvians embalmed
their dead. Doubtless they learned the art from--"

"The Egyptians," ventured Mrs. Jasher rashly.

Braddock glared. "Nothing of the sort, dear lady," he snorted angrily.
"Absurd, ridiculous! I am inclined to believe that Egypt was merely a
colony of that vast island of Atlantis mentioned by Plato. There--if
my theory is correct--civilization begun, and the kings of
Atlantis--doubtless the gods of historical tribes--governed the whole
world, including that portion which we now term South America."

"Do you mean to say that there were Yankees in those days?" inquired
Mrs. Jasher frivolously.

The Professor tucked his hands under his shabby coattails and strode
up and down