to a neighbor that "It was an ill wind which blew no one any
good," adding also that Sidney was more good to her dead than
alive. But even in Gartley the villagers grew weary of
discussing a mystery which could never be solved, and so the case
became rarely talked about. In these days of bustle and worry
and competition, it is wonderful how people forget even important
events. If a blue sun arose to lighten the world instead of a
yellow one, after nine days of wonder, man would settle down
quite comfortably to a cerulean existence. Such is the wonderful
adaptability of humanity.

Professor Braddock was less forgetful, as he always bore in mind
the loss of his mummy, and constantly thought of schemes whereby
he could trap the assassin of his late secretary. Not that he
cared for the dead in any way, save from a strictly business
point of view, but the capture of the criminal meant the
restitution of the mummy, and--as Braddock told everyone with
whom he came in contact--he was determined to regain possession
of his treasure. He went himself to the Sailor's Rest, and drove
the landlord and his servants wild by asking tart questions and
storming when a satisfactory answer could not be supplied. Quass
was glad when he saw the plump back of the cross little man, who
so pertinaciously followed what everyone else had abandoned.

"Life was too short," grumbled Quass, "to be bothered in that
way."

The wooing of Archie and Lucy went on smoothly, and the Professor
showed no sign of wishing to break the engagement. But Hope, as
he confided to Lucy, was somewhat worried, as his pauper uncle,