Lord Caranby will live for some time yet."
Mallow nodded and left the bedroom, while Yeo returned to the
bed upon which lay the unconscious form of the old man.
Cuthbert took a walk to the end of the street where the
wreckage of the motor car had now been removed, and asked the
policeman what had become of the victims. He was informed that
the chauffeur, in a dying condition, had been removed to the
Charing Cross Hospital, and that the body of the old woman--
so the constable spoke--had been taken to the police station
near at hand. "She's quite dead and very much smashed up,"
was the man's report.
Mallow thanked him with half-a-crown and, having learned the
whereabouts of the police station, he went there. He
introduced himself to the inspector and, as the nephew of Lord
Caranby, received every attention, particularly when he
described how the vitriol had been thrown. Cuthbert thought
it as well to say this, as the waiters at the Avon Hotel would
certainly inform the police if he did not. He looked at the
body of the miserable woman in its strange mask of age. "She
went to see Lord Caranby in disguise," said the inspector,
"you can see her face is made up. Does his lordship know who
she is?"
"Yes. And Mr. Jennings, the detective, knows also."
"Perhaps you do yourself, Mr. Mallow?"
Cuthbert nodded. "She is Maraquito, the--"
"What! the gambling-house coiner we have been looking for?"
"The same.
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