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"The same woman," muttered Caranby, "always mysterious and unsatisfactory. You say her sister is dead?" Cuthbert cast a look at the Globe, which lay on a small table near Caranby's elbow. "If you have read the papers, sir " "Yes! I have read that Miss Loach has been murdered. You went down to Rexton to-day. I presume you heard something more than the details set forth by the press."
And, by the way, Mallow, on second thoughts, I think it will be best to state the real name of Emilia." "I think so too. If she is pilloried as Miss Loach, everyone will know that she is the aunt of Juliet. Tell the truth, Jennings." "We'll tell everything, save that Lord Caranby inadvertently murdered that woman. She was the fatal woman " "No," said the new Lord Caranby, "Mrs.
I believe at one time Selina was engaged to him, but he was in love with a young lady called Miss Saul, who died unexpectedly." "I know," said Juliet; "and then Lord Caranby abandoned the house he was building at Rexton, and it has been shut up all these years. Aunt Selina told me the story. When I asked mother for details, she refused to speak." "Your mother is very firm when she likes."
"Well," said Inspector Twining genially, "I suppose there are cellars, but there's nothing in them. The house was shut up for years by a queer nobleman." "By Lord Caranby," replied the detective. "I know. I suppose the cellars are under that heap. I must get Lord Caranby to allow me to clear it away." "I expect that will be done, whether or no.
"You are quick at putting two and two together. Isabella Octagon hates me so much that she would gladly see me on the scaffold. I am not astonished that she suspects me." "But what motive can she impute " Caranby laid aside the long coil he was holding and laughed quietly to himself. "Oh, she'll find a motive if it suits her. But what I cannot understand is, why she should accuse me now.
Jennings' breath was taken away. "A large sum," he murmured. "She was very dear to me at one time," said Caranby with emotion. "I would have married her but for the machinations of her sister." "Mrs. Octagon?" "Yes! She wanted to become my wife. The story is a long one." "Cuthbert told it to me." "Quite right," said Caranby, nodding, "I asked him to.
Lord Caranby was tall and thin almost emaciated with a lean, sallow, clean-shaven face, and a scanty crop of fair hair mixed with gray. His eyes were sunken but full of vitality, although usually they were grave and somewhat sad. His hands were deformed with gout, but for all that he wore several costly rings. He was perfectly dressed, and as quiet and composed as an artist's model.
"How I envy the man you leave it with." Maraquito looked down moodily. "He doesn't care for my heart." "What a stone he must be. Now I upon my word I feel inclined to marry and cut my nephew out of the title." "Your nephew," stammered Maraquito, with a flash of her big eyes. "You know him well, he tells me," chatted Caranby garrulously, "a handsome fellow is Cuthbert.
Wondering why Lord Caranby should produce such an effect, Jennings rejoined him at the end of the room, where they sat on a sofa and smoked. "Have you been here before?" asked the detective. "No," answered the other, lighting his cigar, "and it is improbable that I shall come again. My reason for coming " he broke off "I can tell you that later.
I saw after her and we had a strange doctor. Then we went abroad, and she came back to shut herself up in Rose Cottage. I tried to marry Caranby, but Emilia stopped that." "Why did she?" "Because she loved Caranby in her tiger way. That was why she insisted you should marry Juliet. She always threatened to tell that I had killed Selina, though I was innocent."
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