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Maraquito was so striking a woman that it was no easy matter for her to disguise herself. And Jennings swore that he would capture her, for he truly believed that she had killed Miss Loach, and was the prime mover in the whole business. Hitherto she had baffled him by her dexterity, but when they next met he hoped to get the upper hand.
"Maraquito is a member of the Saul family, who appear to have been expert coiners," said Jennings, on his way to Kensington, "and, according to Le Beau, she gave him a false sovereign. I wonder if she keeps up the business, and if Clancy and Hale, together with Mrs. Herne, this supposititious mother, have to do with the matter.
"Yes. Clancy and Hale also use it." "Ha!" said Jennings, surprised. "I never knew that. Decidedly, I am growing stupid. Well, Mrs. Herne uses that scent also. It is a rare scent." Then Jennings told what Susan Grant had said. "Now I think there is some significance in this scent which is connected with the association of Clancy, Hale, Maraquito and Mrs. Herne." "But Mrs.
I want to marry Maraquito, as I am rich and deeply in love with her. She would have become my wife long ago but that you crossed her path. Lord knows why she should love a commonplace man like you, but she does." "Isn't that rather personal?" said Mallow dryly. "I beg your pardon. But what I wish to say is this.
"She went to see Lord Caranby in disguise," said the inspector, "you can see her face is made up. Does his lordship know who she is?" "Yes. And Mr. Jennings, the detective, knows also." "Perhaps you do yourself, Mr. Mallow?" Cuthbert nodded. "She is Maraquito, the " "What! the gambling-house coiner we have been looking for?" "The same. Jennings can tell you more about the matter than I can."
"If she can," scoffed Cuthbert. Jennings looked grave. "I am not so sure but what she can make mischief. There's Mrs. Herne who may or may not be the mother of this Spanish demon " "Perhaps the demon herself," ventured Mallow. "No!" said the detective positively. "Maraquito can't move from her couch. You know that. However, I shall call on Mrs. Herne at Hampstead. She was a witness, you know?
"If you attempt to leave you will fall into the hands of my men. They watch every door." Maraquito winced, and with a last look at the astounded Mallow, passed into the room. When she shut the door Mallow looked at Jennings. "I don't know what all this means," he said. "I have told you," replied Jennings, rather impatiently, "the letter I sent you was to bring you here.
Moreover, as he was Mallow's uncle, she did not wish to quarrel with him. With a graceful gesture she indicated a glass of champagne. "Will you not drink to our better acquaintance?" "Certainly," said Caranby without emotion, and sipped a few drops of the golden-colored wine. "I hope to see much of you." "I reciprocate the hope," said Maraquito radiantly, "and I'll tell you a secret.
Maraquito, who is the head of the business, is at large, and unless we can take her, she will continue to make false money in some other place. However, I have seen enough for the time being. Keep guard over this place till we hear from the Yard tomorrow." "You'll go home and lie down, sir." "No. I intend to hear Hale's confession. By to-morrow it will be too late.
Thus it happened that Lord Caranby, who was very ill and confined to his rooms, received a letter from Maraquito, asking him to invite Miss Saxon to a meeting with the writer. "I see that the game is up," wrote the artful Maraquito, "and I am willing to put things straight. I know much which will be of service in clearing up matters, as I was a partner with Hale and Clancy in the coining.
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