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"Rest easy, you shall learn everything. You know that the house at the back of Rose Cottage has been deserted for something like twenty years more or less." "Yes. You told me about it the other night." "Caranby ran a fifteen-feet wall round it and the inside is a regular jungle. Well, the house is supposed to be haunted. Lights have been seen moving about and strange noises have been heard."
"Well, I should like to know how the obstinate objections of a firm old man like Caranby are to be overcome." "Ah, now you wish to know too much," said Mrs. Herne, laughing and moving towards the center of the room. "I refuse to tell you that. But if you are friendly with Miss Saxon, tell her to give up Mr. Mallow. Otherwise " "Otherwise," echoed Jennings, curious to know why she paused.
My life the life of a shattered invalid can scarcely interest anyone." "I really forget to whom I am indebted for the information," said Lord Caranby mendaciously, "and a lady of your beauty must always interest men while they have eyes to see. I have seen ladies like you in Andalusia, but no one so lovely. Let me see, was it in Andalusia or Jerusalem?" mused Lord Caranby.
A piece of orange peel." The woman started. "Who told you that?" "I heard it indirectly from a professor of dancing. You were a dancer, I believe?" "Scarcely that," said Senora Gredos, nervously playing with her fan; "I was learning. It was Le Beau who told you?" "Indirectly," responded Caranby. "I should like to know," said Maraquito deliberately, "who has taken the trouble to tell you this.
"Yes. Will you be sorry?" "No, Mr. Jennings. I am quite satisfied with my baker." "Then I tell you what, Susan. Lord Caranby has offered a reward for the detection of the murderer. If these plans lead to his detection, you will receive a sufficient sum to set up in business."
That dangling bag could easily carry a stout knife or a neat little revolver. And Maraquito, as was evident from the deaths of Maxwell and Tyke, had no idea of the sacredness of life. Caranby wished he had kept Cuthbert at hand to avert any catastrophe. He was about to ring and order his servant not to bring Miss Saxon into the room when Maraquito roused herself from her reverie.
Cuthbert therefore sent a wire to his uncle, stating that he wished to see him after eight o'clock on special business, and then went home to dress. While thus employed, he thought over means and ways to make Caranby open his mouth. The old lord was a silent, grave man, who never uttered an unnecessary word, and it was difficult to induce him to be confidential.
I am sure the lady he is engaged to thinks as much, and very rightly too." "Miss Saxon!" cried Maraquito, breaking her fan and looking furious. "Ah!" said Caranby coolly, "you know her?" "I know of her," said Maraquito bitterly. "Her brother Basil comes here sometimes, and said his sister was engaged to but they will never marry never!" she said vehemently. "How can you tell that?"
Yet, beyond the fact that the unfinished house stood behind the cottage where the crime had been committed and belonged to Lord Caranby who had known the dead woman in the past, Cuthbert could not see how Mrs. Octagon could constitute a latter-day connection between her dead sister and her old friend.
"Because she has consented to marry me. She intends, at my request, to make over Miss Loach's money to her mother. We have had quite enough dabbling in crime, and we are both sick of it." "I think you are very wise," said Caranby unexpectedly, "let the case be, Mr. Jennings." "What did Miss Saxon tell you?" asked the detective irrelevantly.
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