"
"I can't see it myself, but one never knows."
"Do you accuse Mr. Mallow?"
"Supposing I did. I know Mr. Mallow was near this place on
the night of the murder and about the hour."
Juliet leaned against the wall and turned away her face. "It
is not true. What should bring him there?"
"He had business connected with the unfinished house at the
back owned by Lord Caranby. But I don't suppose anyone saw
him."
"How do you know he was here then?" asked Juliet, gray and
agitated.
"He confessed to me that he had been here. But we can talk of
that later--"
Juliet interposed. "One moment," she cried, "do you accuse
him?"
"As yet I accuse no one. I must get more facts together. By
the way, Miss Saxon, will you tell the where you were on that
night?"
"Certainly," she replied in a muffled voice, "at the Marlow
Theatre with my brother Basil."
"Quite so. But I don't think the play was to your liking."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Well," said Jennings slowly, and watching the changing color
of her face, "in your house you do not favor melodrama. I
wonder you went to see this one at the Marlow Theatre."
"The writer is a friend of ours," said Juliet defiantly.
"In that case, you might have paid him the compliment of
remaining till the fall of the curtain."
Juliet trembled violently and clung to the wall. "Go on," she
said faintly.
"You had a box, as I learned from the business manager.
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