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While being examined Susan wept, with an occasional glance at the bewildered Cuthbert. "You were with Maraquito as parlor-maid?" "With Senora Gredos? Yes, sir, for six months." "Do you know what went on in that house?" Susan ceased her sobs and stared. "I don't know what you mean," she said, looking puzzled.
Octagon, I know, hates me as Caranby's nephew and because she wants to handle this money. But the other?" "Maraquito Gredos." "Bosh! She loves me. I am sure she has worried me enough." "Of course she loves," said Jennings satirically. "She loves you so deeply that she would see you on the scaffold rather than let you marry Miss Saxon. That is why Mrs. Octagon went the other night to see her. Mrs.
He had posted his men at the front and back doors and also at the side entrance through which Senora Gredos in her disguise as Mrs. Herne had entered. He never considered for the moment that so clever a woman might have some way of escape other than he had guessed. "Yet I might have thought it," he said, when Cuthbert and he left the house. "I expect that place is like a rabbit-burrow.
"I can tell Jennings that you are Bathsheba Saul!" She turned quite pale. "I? My name is Maraquito Gredos." "It is nothing of the sort. My uncle Lord Caranby came here and recognized you from your likeness to the woman Emilia he was once engaged to. He can state that in court." "Where is his proof?" "Proof will be forthcoming when necessary." "Not to prove that I am Bathsheba Saul.
I mean gambling there was a lot of money lost and won at Senora Gredos' house!" "Yet she is an invalid I think you said?" "Yes, ma'am. She was a dancer, I believe, and fell in some way, so as to break her leg or hurt her back. She has been lying on a couch for two years unable to move. Yet she has herself wheeled into the drawing-room and watches the gentlemen play cards.
"I don't want to say," murmured the girl. "But you must say," said Mallow angrily. "I order you to confess." "I kept silent for your sake, sir," she said, her eyes filled with tears, "but if you must know, I took the portrait from Senora Gredos' dressing-room when I left her house. And I left it on your account, sir," she finished defiantly.
"No," confessed Jennings, "that is, I can see it now, but I came here for many a long day before I did guess she was a Jewess. And then it was only because I learned the truth." "How did you learn it?" The detective related details of his visit to Monsieur Le Beau and the discovery that Maraquito Gredos was one and the same as Celestine Durand. Caranby listened attentively.
"What would you do what would you do?" she panted. "Put you in jail. That sort of thing may do abroad but we don't allow it here. I thought you were merely a foolish woman. Now I know you are bad and wicked." "Cuthbert Cuthbert." "My name is Mallow to you, Senora Gredos. I'll go now and never see you again. I was foolish to come here."
"I'm sure it was conducted well, sir," said Susan, who appeared rather indignant. "Senora Gredos was a most respectable lady." "She lived alone always, I believe?" "Yes, sir." Then Susan hesitated. "I wonder if she had a mother?" "Why do you wonder?" "Well, sir, the lady who came to see Miss Loach " "Mrs. Herne?" "I heard her name was Mrs.
Your looks are enough for me. Where were you last?" "With a Spanish lady, ma'am!" "A Spanish lady!" Miss Loach dropped the poker she was holding, with a clatter, and frowned so deeply that her black eyebrows met over her high nose. "And her name?" "Senora Gredos, ma'am!" The eyes of the old maid glittered, and she made a clutch at her breast as though the reply had taken away her breath.
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