But you don't know the whole story, nor do I
think there is any need to repeat the sordid tragedy. I will
put this paper away and say nothing about it to anyone save to
Jennings."
"The detective!" said Yeo, surprised and startled. "Do you
think that is wise? He may make the matter public."
"No, he won't. He has traced the coiners to their lair, and
that is enough glory for him. When he knows the truth he will
stop searching further into the case. If I hold my tongue, he
may go on, and make awkward discoveries."
"Yes, I see it is best you should tell him. But Miss Saxon?"
"She shall never know. Let her think Maraquito killed Emilia.
Only you, I and Jennings will know the truth."
"You can depend upon my silence," said Yeo, shaking Cuthbert
by the hand; "well, and what will you do now?"
"With your permission, I shall ask you to stop here and
arrange about necessary matters in connection with the
laying-out of the body. I wish to interview Mrs. Octagon this
evening. To-morrow I shall see about Caranby's remains being
taken down to our family seat in Essex."
"There will be an inquest first."
"I don't mind. Maraquito is dead and nothing detrimental to
the honor of the Mallows can transpire. You need say nothing
at the inquest as to the bottle being thrown at Juliet."
"I'll do my best. But she will be questioned."
"I intend to see her this evening myself."
"What about Mrs. Octagon?"
"Oh," said the new Lord Caranby with a grim smile, "I intend
to settle Mrs.
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