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Senora Gredos was simply looked upon as an invalid fond of entertaining because of her weariness in being confined to her couch. Jennings had appointed a meeting with Mallow in this semi-respectable establishment, and looked round when he entered the room. It was a large apartment, decorated in the Adams style and furnished as a luxurious drawing-room.
For two or three days he went about, asking for information concerning the coining, and reading up details in old newspapers about the exploits of the Saul family. Also, he went occasionally to the salon of Senora Gredos. There he constantly met Hale and Clancy. Also Basil came at times.
And I think they were sorry for poor Senora Gredos, sir," added Miss Grant, naively, "as she suffered so much with her back. You know, she rarely moved from her couch. It was always wheeled into the room where the gambling took place." "Ah. You knew that gambling went on," said Jennings, snapping her up sharply. "Don't you know that is against the law?" "No, sir. Do you know?"
Senora Gredos turned quite pale and clenched her hands, but she managed to control herself again with a powerful effort and masked the rage she felt under a bland, false smile. "Oh, that makes a difference," she said calmly. "I hope they will be happy if they marry," she added significantly. "Oh, that is quite settled," said Caranby.
But since the inquest the knowledge was common property, and doubtless they would tell Senora Gredos if they had not done so already. Jennings' chances of learning what he wished would therefore be slight, as everyone is not willing to speak freely before an officer of the law.
To be plain with you, Miss Saxon, I really did not see the photograph in her house. But a girl called Susan Grant " "I know. My late aunt's parlor-maid." "Well, the photograph was in her box. I found it when the servants insisted on their boxes being searched. She confessed that she had taken it from her last mistress, who was Senora Gredos.
When I opened the door on that night," Susan shuddered, "the first thing I knew was the smell of Hikui making the passage like a hairdresser's shop. I leaned forward to see if the lady was Senora Gredos, and she turned her face away. But I caught sight of it, and if she isn't some relative of my last mistress, may I never eat bread again." "Did Mrs. Herne seem offended when you examined her face?"
I am Maraquito Gredos, a Spanish lady " "Who doesn't know her own language," said Jennings. "I pass over your insults," said the woman with dignity. "But as you intend to take me away, will you please let me enter my bedroom to change my dress?" Jennings drew aside and permitted her to pass. "I am not afraid you will escape," he said politely.
Herne has gone to the Continent," said Jennings quietly, "and if Senora Gredos gives up this very dangerous business, she may go also. As you will be deprived of two of your friends, Mr. Hale, doubtless you will go also." "I might. One never knows," replied Hale coolly. "By the way?" asked Jennings, looking round, "I was admitted by a parlor-maid this evening. Where is Gibber?"
"Who is this, Lord Caranby?" "Senora Gredos." "Maraquito!" cried Juliet, starting back with an indignant look. "I never expected to meet that woman " "You call me that?" cried Maraquito, flashing, up into a passion. "I am the woman Cuthbert loves." "He does not. He loves me. You, so old and " "Old!" shrieked Maraquito, snatching off her hat and cap. "I am young and much more beautiful than you.
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