But she
hypnotized me in some way. She was one of those women who
could make a man do what pleased her. And this Bathsheba--
Maraquito--Celestine, can do the same. It is a pity she
is an invalid, but on the whole, as she looks rather wicked,
mankind is to be congratulated. Were she able to move about
like an ordinary woman, she would set the world on fire after
the fashion of Cleopatra. You need not mention this."
"I know how to hold my tongue," said Jennings, rather offended
by the imputation that he was a chatterer, "can I come and see
you to talk over this matter?"
"By all means. I am at the Avon Hotel."
"Oh, and by the way, will you allow me to go over that house
of yours at Rexton?"
"If you like. Are you a ghost-hunter also?"
"I am a detective!" whispered Jennings quietly, and with such
a look that Caranby became suddenly attentive.
"Ah! You think you may discover something in that house
likely to lead to the discovery of the assassin."
"Yes I do. I can't explain my reasons now. The explanation
would take too long. However, I see Senora Gredos is
beckoning to you. I will speak to Hale and Clancy. Would you
mind telling me what she says to you?"
"A difficult question to answer," said Caranby, rising, "as a
gentleman, I am not in the habit of repeating conversations,
especially with women. Besides, she can have no connection
with this case."
"On the face of it--no," replied Jennings doubtfully, "but
there is a link--"
"Ah, you mean that she is Emilia's niece.
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