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"Yes," William Harper Littlejohn admitted. "But whatтАФ"

"Johnny, you just shut up and lay there!"

One of the men left the black room. It was fully half an hour before the fellow reappeared. During this interval,
"Johnny" made several attempts to leave the mummy case, but was knocked back into the sarcophagus. All
he could do was to lie there and glare indignantly.

The returning man bore a newspaper.

"I see Jethro Mandebran had a son who was in Europe," he declared.

"So what?" asked one of his fellows.

"So the son is tearing home to try to help find his old man," announced the fellow with the paper. "It says
here that he chartered a plane and flew out five hundred miles in the Atlantic to catch a transatlantic steamer.
It says his plane landed on the ocean and was hauled aboard the ship. It also says that the son is gonna
leave the ship in his plane as soon as heтАЩs within five hundred miles of New York. In fact, the son is probably
in the air again right now."

"IтАЩll see if the chief has any orders about this," one of the three captors said, and left the room.



JOHNNY strained against the handcuffs, but they were too strong. He indignantly tried to push the sides out
of the mummy case, but had no luck. He tried to get out of the case, but they hit him on the head with a
revolver barrel.

He lay back, pain making his eyes water. He was caring less and less for the inside of the mummy case.
Possibly it was only imagination, but he thought he could smell traces of its original occupant.

Johnny yelled, "Was there any trunk full of archaeological relics?"

"No!" grinned the man who had practiced that deception.

"Shut up, you fool!" snapped the other. "You should have told him there was!"

"He wonтАЩt dream what itтАЩs all about," retorted the first. "And, say, pal, donтАЩt be so free about who you call a
fool."

Johnny addressed the fellow who had objected to being insulted. "You havenтАЩt much pride, letting him call
you a fool and get away with it. Shows youтАЩre short on nerve."

The man grinned widely.

"You ainтАЩt kidding anybody, you bag of bones," he chuckled. "YouтАЩre trying to start a fight. Not a chance! This
guy and me are great pals, even if he does have a face built for nibbling cheese."

The other man, whose features did have something of a mousey look, shoved out his jaw, made fists with his
hands, and it seemed for a moment as if there was going to be a fight after all.