scenery.... We ought to go for a little trip in the mountains, Father, and show a little of our country to Mr. Montgomery and Dick.... Suppose we start to-night?... Back to Lima first, and not a word to Aunt Agnes or Irene, for it would make them both ill.... I shall go into Gallao with Dick to give a few orders, and in the evening we take the boat"
"To get to the mountains?"
"Of course, Father ... to get to Pacasmayo."
"Pacasmayo!" groaned the scientist "A horrible place. I know it. Our liner put in there for four hours. There's nothing interesting in that part of the world, is there?"
"Nothing interesting! Why, do you know where one goes to from Pacasmayo? To Cajamarca, Mr. Montgomery!"
Uncle Francis straightened himself up:—"Cajamarca!... the Caxamarxa of the Incas!"
"The very place."
"Caxamarxa ... the dream of my life, my dear!"
"There is nothing to prevent it becoming a reality.... And at the same time, Father, we can find out the name of the mysterious sender of this thing. It was sent from Cajamarca, you remember."
