By
a powerful effort she managed to subdue her feelings, and when
in the hall turned to him with a sickly smile. "I am glad to
see you," she said. "Mr. Mallow has often spoken to you of
me. You are his friend, I know."
"His best friend, in spite of the difference in our position."
"Oh," Juliet waved that objection aside, "I know you are a
gentleman and took up this work merely as a hobby."
"I fear not," smiled Jennings. "To make money."
"Not in a very pleasant way. However, as you are Mr. Mallow's
friend, I am glad you have this case in hand," she fixed her
eyes on the detective. "Have you discovered anything?" she
asked anxiously.
"Nothing much," replied Jennings, who rapidly decided to say
nothing about his discovery of the knife. "I fear the truth
will never be found out, Miss Saxon. I suppose you have no
idea?"
"I," she said, coloring, "what put such a thing into your
head? I am absolutely ignorant of the truth. Did you come to
ask me about--"
"That amongst other things," interrupted Jennings, seeing Mrs.
Pill's bulky figure at the door. "Can we not talk in some
quieter place?"
"Come downstairs," said Juliet, moving, "but the rooms are
unfurnished as Mrs. Pill is cleaning them. The house is quiet
enough."
"So I see," said the detective, following his companion down
to the basement, "only yourself and Mrs. Pill."
"And my mother," she answered. "We came here to see about
some business connected with the letting of the cottage.
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