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The servant of Lord Caranby burst into the room, followed by some waiters. "Send for the doctor," cried Juliet, trying to raise Caranby "and that woman-" "She has left the hotel," said a waiter, but at this moment there was a loud shout in the street, followed by a shriek and a crash. In the midst of the confusion caused by Maraquito's wickedness Cuthbert arrived.
"Lord Caranby paid a visit to Maraquito's salon and recognized that she was a Saul from her likeness to Emilia, with whom " "With whom he was in love," finished Mrs. Herne, crossing her hands; "that painful story is well known to me. Emilia was my sister." "Lord Caranby never told me she had one," said Jennings. "Lord Caranby does not know the history of our family."
We must get to the bottom of this affair which is getting more complicated every day. Did you give that photograph to Senora Gredos?" "To Maraquito. No, I didn't. I gave it to Juliet." "You are certain?" "Positive! I can't make out how it came into Maraquito's house." Jennings pondered. "Perhaps Basil may have given it to her.
And Maraquito's attentions were far too pressing to make Cuthbert feel comfortable in her presence. "Well, Mr. Hale," said Mallow coldly, "why have you come?" The lawyer, who was in an evening suit and dressed with taste and care, took a seat, although not invited to do so.
But this foolish girl cherished a foolish infatuation for Mallow. She saw him at Senora Gredos' house " "Ah!" said Juliet, turning pale. "I remember now. Basil mentioned that Cuthbert gambled, but he did not say where." "Mallow gambled a little at Maraquito's, as did your brother. The only difference is that Mallow could afford to lose and your brother could not.
A flash of joy passed across the countenance of Jennings, but he turned away from his underling so that he might not betray the satisfaction he felt. "Mrs. Herne is Maraquito's aunt," he said again. "No, sir, pardon me. Maraquito hasn't got an aunt. Leastways the aunt, if there is such a person, has never set foot in the house." "Perhaps Maraquito sees her secretly."
"Perhaps she gambles." "Even if she did, Maraquito's salon would hardly be the place she would choose for her amusement. Moreover, Maraquito does not receive ladies. She has no love for her own sex." "What woman has?" murmured Caranby, ironically. Then he added after a pause, "You know that Mrs. Octagon was present when Emilia fell from the plank in the Rexton house?" "Yes.
"On the face of it no," replied Jennings doubtfully, "but there is a link " "Ah, you mean that she is Emilia's niece." "Not exactly that," answered Jennings, thinking of the photograph. "I will tell you what I mean when we next meet." At this moment, in response to the imperative beckoning of Maraquito's fan, Caranby was compelled to go to her.
After Emilia died, Maraquito saw me, and we arranged to stop the marriage, and " "I know all about that. I saw you or rather my uncle saw you enter Maraquito's Soho house." "I went on Basil's account also," said Mrs. Octagon, sullenly, "however, I have told you all. What do you wish to do?" "I wish to marry Juliet." "Then I refuse," said Mrs. Octagon, savagely. "In that case I'll tell."
Emilia met Selina in the house that is now burnt and pushed her off the plank. The face was disfigured and Selina was buried as Emilia." "Then Mrs. Octagon must know " "She knows a good deal. You'd better ask her for details. Give me a sup of brandy, doctor. Yes," went on Hale, when he felt better, "I laughed in my sleeve when I thought how Emilia tricked you all. She was Maraquito's aunt.
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