But I hope you will both be miserable. Juliet does not love
me or she would despise you. I wish you had died along with
your uncle."
She was becoming so wild in her looks that Cuthbert thought it
best to leave the room. The key was in the door, so he
departed, quite sure that Mrs. Octagon, to avoid scandal about
her shady doings, would be most agreeable towards him in
public, however much of a demon she might be in private. Thus
ended the interview.
Next morning Mallow drove to Jennings and related everything,
including the confession of Caranby regarding the accident,
and added details of the interview with Mrs. Octagon.
Jennings listened, astonished.
"I am glad you told me," he said, "of course I don't want you
to make all this public. The general impression is the same
as that of Mrs. Octagon, that Maraquito murdered Miss Loach.
It need not be known that Emilia was masquerading under a
false name. She need not be brought into the case at all.
What a wonderful case, Mallow."
Cuthbert assented. "It's more like fiction than fact."
"Fact is always like fiction," said Jennings epigrammatically,
"however, we've got a confession from Clancy about the other
factories. The whole gang will be caught sooner or later.
And, by the way, Mallow, on second thoughts, I think it will
be best to state the real name of Emilia."
"I think so too. If she is pilloried as Miss Loach, everyone
will know that she is the aunt of Juliet.
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