I have the detective fever with a
vengeance. You can count on my assistance in every way."
"All right, my dear chap," said the other soothingly, "sit
down and let us have a quiet talk before this girl arrives."
"Susan Grant. I saw her to-day."
"Did you speak to her?"
"No. I only guessed that she was the girl you talked about
from your description and from the fact that she entered Rose
Cottage."
"Ah," said Jennings, taking a seat, "so you have been down
there?"
"Yes. I'll tell you all about it. I don't know if I'm sane
or insane, Jennings. When does this girl arrive?"
The detective glanced at his watch. "At half-past eight.
She'll be here in half an hour. Go on. What's up?"
"Read this," said Cuthbert, and passed along the note from
Juliet. "I received that immediately after you went the other
night."
Jennings read the note with a thoughtful look, then laid it
aside and stared at his friend. "It is strange that she
should write in that way," said he. "I should have thought
she would wish to learn who killed her aunt. What does she
mean?"
"I can't tell you. I met her to-day," and Cuthbert gave
details of his visit to Rexton and the interview with Juliet.
"Now what does she mean," he added in his turn, "talking as
though I had something to do with the matter?"
"Someone's been poisoning her mind. That brother of hers,
perhaps."
"What do you know of him?" asked Cuthbert quickly.
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