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"Is she a Jewess by any chance?"
Caranby turned to look directly at his companion. "You ought
to be able to tell that from her face," he said, "can you not
see the seal of Jacob impressed there--that strange look
which stamps a Hebrew?"
"No," confessed Jennings, "that is, I can see it now, but I
came here for many a long day before I did guess she was a
Jewess. And then it was only because I learned the truth."
"How did you learn it?"
The detective related details of his visit to Monsieur Le Beau
and the discovery that Maraquito Gredos was one and the same
as Celestine Durand. Caranby listened attentively. "Yes,
that is all right," he said, "but her name is Bathsheba Saul."
"What?" said Jennings, so loud that several people turned to
look.
"Hush!" said Caranby, sinking his voice, "you attract notice.
Yes, I made Cuthbert describe the appearance of this woman.
His description vaguely suggested Emilia Saul. I came here
to-night to satisfy myself, and I have no doubt but what she
is the niece of Emilia--the daughter of Emilia's brother."
"Who was connected with the coining gang?"
"Ah, you heard of that, did you? Exactly. Her father is
dead, I believe, but there sits his daughter. You see in her
the image of Emilia as I loved her twenty years ago."
"Loved her?" echoed Jennings, significantly.
"You are right," responded Caranby with a keen look. "I see
Cuthbert has told you all. I never did love Emilia.
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