I know now, Celestine
Durand. I admire her; oh, yis. Fine womans--a viecked eye.
Mais une--no, not zat. Bad, I tell you. If your frien'
love, haf nozzin' wis her. She gif ze bad money, one piece--"
he held up a lean finger, and then, "Aha! ze bell for ze
tables. Allons, marchons. We dine--we eat," and he dashed
out of the room as rapidly as he had entered it.
But Jennings did not follow him. He scribbled a note to
Peggy, stating that he had to go away on business, and left
the Academy. He felt that it would be impossible to sit down
and talk of trivial things--as he would have to do in the
presence of Le Beau--when he had made such a discovery. The
case was beginning to take shape. "Can Maraquito have
anything to do with the coiners?" he asked himself. "She is
English--a Jewess--Saul is a Jewish name. Can she be of
that family? It seems to me that this case is a bigger one
than I imagine. I wonder what I had better do?"
It was not easy to say. However, by the time Jennings reached
his home--he had chambers in Duke Street, St. James'--he
decided to see Maraquito. For this purpose he arrayed himself
in accurate evening dress. Senora Gredos thought he was a
mere idler, a man-about-town. Had she known of his real
profession she might not have welcomed him so freely to her
house. Maraquito, for obvious reasons, had no desire to come
into touch with the authorities.
But it must not be thought that she violated the law in any
very flagrant way.
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