t I really am at a
loss to think what she will say."

"So am I," said Jennings, as they walked to the door. "That is why I
am anxious to see her and you together. And, after all, I may have
found only a mare's nest."

"You certainly have so far as I am concerned. By the way, when is the
body to be buried?"

"The day after to-morrow. Then the will has to be read. I hope the
old lady will leave you some money, Mallow. She was reported to be
rich. Oh, by the way, I'll look up that Saul coining case you speak
of."

"Why?" asked Mallow, bluntly and uneasily.

"It may have some bearing on this matter. Only in the past will we
find the truth. And Miss Selina Loach certainly knew Miss Saul."

As Jennings departed the postman came up the stairs with the late
letters. Cuthbert found one from Juliet and opened it at once. It
contained one line--

"Don't see the police about aunt's death--JULIET."

Cuthbert Mallow slept very badly that night.

CHAPTER VIII

THE COURSE OF TRUE LOVE

The most obvious thing for Cuthbert to do was to seek Juliet and ask
for an explanation of her mysterious note. He went to the "Shrine of
the Muses" the very next day, but was informed that Miss Saxon and her
mother had gone out of town and would not be back for a few days. He
could not learn where they were, and was leaving the house somewhat
disconsolately when he met Basil.

"You here, Mallow," said that young gentleman, stopping short, "have
you been to see my mother?"

"I went to see Juliet," replied Cuthbert, not sorry that the meeting
had taken place, "but I hear she is out of town."

"Well, not exactly. The fact is, she and my mother have gone down to
Rose Cottage and intend to stop there until the funeral is over and the
will is read."

"The will?" echoed Mallow.

"Yes. Aunt Selina is likely to leave a great deal of money. I expect
it will all go to Juliet. She never liked me."

"Yet you were frequently at her house."

"I was," confessed Basil candidly. "I tried to make myself as civil as
possible, so that she might remember me. Between ourselves, Mallow, I
am deuced hard up. My mother hasn't much money, I have none of my own,
and old Octagon is as stingy as he well can be."

This sounded well coming from an idler who never did a stroke of work,
and who lived on the charity of his step-father. But Basil had
peculiar views as to money. He considered himself a genius, and that
Peter should be