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They had to do with Maraquito. Since her flight from the Soho house nothing had been heard of her, although every inquiry had been made. Guessing that Jennings knew much more than was suspected, she was wise enough not to go to the Rexton factory, and congratulated herself on her foresight when she read the accounts of the raid in the papers.
I knew a lot about the coining in those days, and I was always in love with Bathsheba, who is my cousin " "Bathsheba?" "You know her best as Maraquito, so by that name I shall speak of her. Jennings," said Hale, his voice growing weaker, "I have little time left, so you had better not interrupt me." He took another sup of brandy and the doctor felt his pulse.
I thought she was a fool at the time. I told her so. We could have taken Maxwell as a pal. He was willing to come. But she thought death was best." "And Maraquito killed Tyke?" "No. I did that. I sent Gibber to fix him up. Tyke was a drunkard and made a fool of himself in being arrested. He would have given the show away, so I sent Gibber with a poisoned bottle of whisky.
The case was one of surprises, but he was not quite prepared for such an announcement. He was in the brougham and driving towards the Avon Hotel with the old nobleman before he found his tongue. "What can Mrs. Octagon have to do with Maraquito?" he asked amazed. "Ah! that is the question," replied Caranby, affording no clue. "I did not even know she was acquainted with her."
He was certain she knew something and feared lest it should come to his knowledge. Therefore he resolved to startle her by a blunt question. "I never knew you were acquainted with Maraquito!" Mrs. Octagon was not at all taken aback. "I don't know such creatures as a rule," she said calmly. "What makes you think I do?" "I saw you enter her house one night." "Last night," said Mrs. Octagon coolly.
"She was not," said Jennings, "she was hidden in the field of corn." "Ah. I thought so. Well, Maraquito fancied that if she was arrested with the knife before she could leave the neighborhood she would be charged with the murder." "But would Maraquito have let her suffer?" asked Jennings, horrified.
"I do not see how she can stop the affair." "Oh yes, she can. The mother is on her side." "Ah! I thought there was some work of that kind." "Hear me!" cried Mrs. Herne, imposing silence with a gesture. "Basil Saxon is in love with Maraquito and she can twist the poor fool round her finger. She agrees to send him away if Mrs. Octagon stops this most absurd marriage." "Which she has done."
Herne must have Jewish blood in her veins, seeing she was so fond of gems. Certainly she was very like Maraquito, even to having eyebrows almost meeting over her thin high nose. But these, as was her hair, were gray, and her skin lacked the rich coloring of the younger woman.
Maraquito suggested we should take it back to the sitting-room, and then, people being ignorant of the passage, no one would know how Emilia had met with her death. I thought there was nothing else to be done. We carried the body through the passage and placed it in the chair.
"Maraquito, under the disguise of Mrs. Herne." "Was she Mrs. Herne?" "Yes. She masqueraded as an invalid who could not leave her couch, but I managed to get at the truth to-night." "But from the evidence at the inquest, Mrs. Herne was out of the house when the blow was struck." "Quite so: But we did not know of this secret entrance then. I fancy she came back " "But how can you "
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