And she--"
"Bosh!" interrupted Mallow roughly, "he would give himself
away."
"Not if the letter was anonymous."
"Perhaps," said the other again; "but Basil may have been
about the place and have accused me."
"In that case he must explain his reason for being in the
neighborhood at that hour. But he won't, and you may be sure
Miss Saxon, for his sake, will hold her tongue. No, Mallow.
Someone accuses you to Miss Saxon--Basil or another. If we
could only make her speak--"
Cuthbert shook his head. "I fear it's impossible."
"Why not let me arrest you," suggested Jennings, "and then, if
at anytime, she would speak."
"Hang it, no!" cried Mallow in dismay, "that would be too
realistic, Jennings. I don't want it known that I was hanging
about the place on that night. My explanation might not be
believed. In any case, people would throw mud at me,
considering I am engaged to the niece of the dead woman."
"Yes! I can see that. Well," Jennings rose and stretched
himself. "I must see what Susan has to say"; he glanced at
his watch; "she should be here in a few minutes."
A silence ensued which was broken by Jennings. "Oh, by the
way," he said, taking some papers out of his pocket, "I looked
up the Saul case."
"Well, what about it?" asked Cuthbert indolently
Jennings referred to his notes. "The Saul family" he said,
"seem to have been a bad lot. There was a mother, a brother
and a daughter--"
"Emilia!"
"Just so.
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