Although no one was watching the cottage, Mrs.Jasher, believing what had been told her, would think that sharp eyes were on her doors and windows day and night, and would firmly believe that if she tried to get away she would be captured forthwith by the Pierside police, or perhaps by the village constable.

Like an Eastern enchanter, the baronet had placed a spell on the cottage, and it acted admirably.

Mrs.Jasher, although longing to escape and hide herself, remained where she was, cowed by a spy who did not exist.
The next day Random went to the Pyramids as soon as his duties permitted and saw the Professor.

To the prospective bridegroom he explained all that had happened, and displayed the anonymous letter, with an account of how he had proved Mrs.Jasher to be the writer.

Braddock's hair could not stand on end, as he had none, but he lost his temper completely, and raged up and down the museum in a way which frightened Cockatoo out of his barbaric wits.