But even she had not been able
to suggest a clue to the assassin, although she was in full
possession of the facts. "It's about this new case I wish to
speak," said Jennings. "By the way, Peggy, you know that
woman Maraquito I have talked of?"
"Yes. The gambling-house. What of her?"
"Well, she seems to be implicated in the matter."
"In what way?"
Jennings related the episode of the photograph, and the
incident of the same perfume being used by Mrs. Herne and
Maraquito. Peggy nodded.
"I don't see how the photograph connects her with the case,"
she said at length, "but the same perfume certainly is
strange. All the same, the scent maybe fashionable. Hikui!
Hikui! I never heard of it."
"It is a Japanese perfume, and Maraquito got it from some
foreign admirer. It is strange, as you say."
"Have you seen Mrs. Herne?"
"I saw her at the inquest. She gave evidence. But I had no
conversation with her myself."
"Why don't you look her up? You mentioned you had her
address."
"I haven't it now," said Jennings gloomily. "I called at the
Hampstead house, and learned that Mrs. Herne had received such
a shock from the death of her friend, Miss Loach, that she had
gone abroad and would not return for an indefinite time. So I
can do nothing in that quarter just now. It is for this
reason that I have come here to ask about Maraquito."
"From Papa Le Beau," said Peggy, wrinkling her pretty brows.
"What can he know of this woman?"
"She was a dancer until she had an accident.
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