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"I'll get Mr. Jennings to come here as soon as he is on his feet, and that will be to-morrow most probably. But why did Maraquito throw vitriol at Lord Caranby?" "Jennings can tell you that," said Mallow, suppressing the fact that the vitriol had been meant for Juliet. "Perhaps it had something to do with the raid made on the unfinished house which, you know, belonged to my uncle."
"Do you dare to tell me this?" "Senora Maraquito don't let us have a scene. I told you before that I could not give you the love you asked." "And I told you that I would have that love in spite of your unwillingness," said the woman doggedly. "You have scorned me, and I ought to have sufficient pride to let you go your own way.
"Pardon me, not at present: in a little time," said the old nobleman, with a polite bow and his eyes on the beautiful face. "As you like," she answered carelessly; "everyone who comes here does just as he pleases. Is your nephew coming?" "I fear not. He is unwell." Maraquito started. "Unwell. Nothing serious, I hope?" "A slight cold." "Ah! Everyone has colds just now.
"Wait wait," she cried savagely, "it is just as well that you are here just as well that we should come to an understanding." "There can be no understanding. I marry Miss Saxon and " "Never, never, never! Listen, I can ruin her " "What do you mean?" "Her brother " "Oh, Basil, I know all about that." Maraquito threw herself back on her couch, evidently baffled.
"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.
Sometimes he went to Maraquito's place, and learned incidentally that, as there was a chance of her being cured, she was about to give up the gambling salon. Jennings quite expected this information, and assured Hale, who gave it to him, that it was the best thing Maraquito could do. "Sooner or later the police will pounce down on this place," he said.
"Her maiden name was Saul, I believe," said Jennings, thinking Mrs. Herne would deny this promptly. To his astonishment she did nothing of the sort. "My maiden name is Saul," she said gravely. "But as Maraquito is the daughter of my unfortunate brother, her true name is the same not her maiden name, you understand. I do not know how you learned this, but "
When I get you sent abroad and marry your sister, neither she nor I will have anything to do with you. And if you come back to England, look out." Next day Cuthbert received a letter from Jennings. It intimated that Maraquito wished to see him that evening. "If you will call at nine o'clock," wrote the detective, "she will be alone.
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?"
I came to see this woman you call Maraquito." "What do you call her?" asked Jennings alertly. "Ah, that I can't tell you. But she is no Spaniard." "Is she a Jewess by any chance?" Caranby turned to look directly at his companion. "You ought to be able to tell that from her face," he said, "can you not see the seal of Jacob impressed there that strange look which stamps a Hebrew?"
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