good thing Mrs. Pill is going
to marry him. He was guided by Miss Loach all his life, and now she's
dead, he goes about like a gaby. One of those men, sir," explained
Susan, "as needs a woman to look after them. Not like that gentleman,"
she cast a tender glance at the door, "who can protect the weakest of
my sex."

Jennings having learned all he could, rose. "Well, Miss Grant," he
said quietly, "I am obliged to you for your frank speaking. My advice
to you is to go home and think no more of Mr. Mallow. You might as
well love the moon. But you know my address, and should you hear of
anything likely to lead you to suspect who killed Miss Loach, Mr.
Mallow will make it worth your while to come to me with the
information."

"I'll do all I can," said Susan resolutely, "but I won't take a penny
piece, me having my feelings as other and higher ladies."

"Just as you please. But Mr. Mallow is about to offer a reward on
behalf of his uncle, Lord Caranby."

"He that was in love with Miss Loach, sir?"

"Yes. On account of that old love, Lord Caranby desires to learn who
killed her. And Mr. Mallow also wishes to know, for a private reason.
I expect you will be calling to see Mrs. Pill?"

"When she's Mrs. Barnes, I think so, sir. I go to the wedding, and me
and Geraldine are going to be bridesmaids."

"Then if you hear or see anything likely to lead to a revelation of the
truth, you will remember. By the way, you don't know how Senora Gredos
got that photograph?"

"No, sir, I do not."

"And you think Mrs. Herne is Senora Gredos' mother?"

"Yes, sir, I do."

"Thank you, that will do for the present. Keep your eyes open and your
mouth closed, and when you hear of anything likely to interest me, call
at the address I gave you."

"Yes, sir," said Susan, and took her leave, not without another
lingering glance at the door behind which Mallow waited impatiently.

When she was gone, Jennings went into the next room to find Cuthbert
smoking. He jumped up when he saw the detective. "Well, has that silly
girl gone?" he asked angrily.

"Yes, poor soul. You needn't get in a wax, Mallow. The girl can't
help falling in love with you. Poor people have feelings as well as
rich."

"I know that, but it's ridiculous: especially as I never saw the girl
before, and then I love only Juliet."

"You are sure of that?"

"Jennings"

"There--there, don't get angry. We must get to the bottom of this
affair which is