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.
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