Tell the truth,
Jennings."
"We'll tell everything, save that Lord Caranby inadvertently
murdered that woman. She was the fatal woman--"
"No," said the new Lord Caranby, "Mrs. Octagon is the fatal
woman. She was at the bottom of everything."
"And has been rewarded with six thousand a year. I don't
suppose the State can seize that money. However, I'll see. I
should like to punish Isabella Octagon in some way. And Susan
Grant?"
"You can give her a thousand pounds on my behalf, and she can
marry her baker. Then there's Mrs. Barnes--Mrs. Pill that
was. She is quite innocent. Thomas her husband will be
punished, so you had better tell her, I'll provide for her.
As to yourself--"
"That's all right, Mallow, this coining case means a rise of
salary."
"All the same, I intend to give you a few thousands on behalf
of myself and Juliet. Without you I would probably have been
accused of the crime. And, in any case, things would have
been awkward. There might have been a scandal."
"There won't be one now," said Jennings. "I'll settle
everything. Mrs. Octagon will go to the States with that
young cub, and you can make Miss Saxon Lady Caranby. It is
good of you giving me a reward. I can now marry Peggy."
"We all seem to be bent on marriage," said Mallow, rising to
take his leave. "How's the shoulder?"
"All right," said the detective, "and it's worth the wound to
have Peggy nursing me. She is the dearest--"
"No, pardon me," said Cuthbert, "by no means.
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