Jennings can tell you more about the matter than I
can."
"I'll get Mr. Jennings to come here as soon as he is on his
feet, and that will be to-morrow most probably. But why did
Maraquito throw vitriol at Lord Caranby?"
"Jennings can tell you that," said Mallow, suppressing the
fact that the vitriol had been meant for Juliet. "Perhaps it
had something to do with the raid made on the unfinished house
which, you know, belonged to my uncle."
"Bless me, so it did. I expect, enraged by the factory being
discovered, Maraquito wished to revenge herself on your uncle.
She may have thought that he gave information to Jennings
about the place."
"She might have thought so," said Mallow. "I am returning to
the Avon Hotel. If you want to see me you can send for me
there. But Jennings knows everything."
"What about his lordship?"
"He will die," said Cuthbert abruptly, and departed, leaving
the inspector full of regrets that Maraquito had not lived to
figure in the police court. He looked at the matter purely
from a professional standpoint, and would have liked the
sensation such an affair would have caused.
When Mallow came back to the hotel he found that his uncle had
recovered consciousness and was asking for him. Yeo would not
allow his patient to talk much, so Cuthbert sat by the bedside
holding the hand of the dying man. Caranby had been badly
burnt about the temples, and the sight of one eye was
completely gone.
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