"That's all right," said Hope, puzzled. "Where's your
difficulty?"

"A note came from the landlord of the inn this morning, saying
that by direction of Mr. Bolton--that is Sidney, you know--he
was sending the mummy in its case to Gartley on a lorry, and that
it would arrive at three o'clock this afternoon."

"Well?" asked Hope, still puzzled.

"Well?" she rejoined impatiently. "Can't you see show strange it
is that Sidney should let the mummy out of his sight, after
guarding it so carefully not only from Malta to England, but all
the night in Pierside at that hotel? Why doesn't he bring the
mummy here himself, and come on with the lorry?"

"There is no explanation--no letter from Sidney Bolton?"

"None. He wrote yesterday, as I stated, saying that he would
keep the case in the hotel, and send it on this morning."

"Did he use the word `send,' or the word `bring'?"

"He said 'send.'"

"Then that shows he did not intend to bring it himself."

"But why should he not do so?"

"I daresay he will explain when he appears."