"
"I--I can't say."
"You mean you won't trust me," said Jennings.
Cuthbert rose quickly and flung off his friend's arm. "I wish
to Heaven I had never opened my mouth to you," he said.
"My dear fellow, you should show more confidence in me. I
know quite well why you won't acknowledge that you gave this
photograph to Miss Saxon. You think it will implicate her in
the matter."
"Jennings!" cried Cuthbert, his face growing red and fierce.
"Wait a moment," resumed the other calmly and without
flinching. "I can explain. You gave the photograph to Miss
Saxon. She gave it to Miss Loach, and Susan Grant falling in
love with your face, took possession of it. It was found in
her trunk."
"Yes--yes, that's it!" cried Mallow, catching at a straw.
"I did give the photograph to Juliet, and no doubt she gave it
to her aunt. It would be easy for this girl to take it.
Though why she should steal it," said Cuthbert perplexed, "I
really can't say!"
"You don't know her?" asked Jennings.
"No. Really, I don't. The name is quite unknown to me. What
is the girl like in appearance?" Jennings described Susan to
the best of his ability, but Cuthbert shook his head. "No, I
never saw her. You say she had this photograph in her trunk?"
Then, on receiving an affirmative reply, "She may have found
it lying about and have taken it, though why she should I
can't say."
"So you said before," said Jennings dryly. "But strange as it
may appear, Mallow, this girl is in love with you.
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