I will do myself the honor of calling on you
later, when I have more to say. At present I am going to sort
out what evidence I have. To-morrow I'll call on Miss Saxon."
"Call on Mrs. Octagon," were Caranby's parting words, "believe
me, she knows the truth, but I'll tell you one thing.
Maraquito did not kill Miss Loach, for the death of Selina has
given Juliet enough money to marry Cuthbert, independent of
Mrs. Octagon's wishes, and Maraquito would never have brought
that about."
"Yet all the same Miss Saxon will not marry."
Caranby made a gesture to show that the matter was beyond his
comprehension, and ascended the steps of the hotel. Jennings,
deep in thought, walked away, wondering how he was to
disentangle the skein which Fate had placed in his hand to
unravel.
That night the detective surveyed the situation. So far as he
could see, he seemed no further advanced than he had been at
the inquest. Certainly he had accumulated a mass of evidence,
but it threw no light on the case. From Caranby's romance, it
seemed that the dead woman had been connected with the Saul
family. That seemed to link her with Maraquito, who appeared
to be the sole surviving member. In her turn, Maraquito was
connected in some underhand way with Mrs. Octagon, seeing that
the elder woman came by stealth to the Soho house. Mrs.
Octagon was connected with the late Emilia Saul by a crime, if
what Caranby surmised was correct, and her daughter was
forbidden to marry Mallow, who was the nephew of the man who
had been the lover both of Miss Loach and Emilia Saul.
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