wept so much, that I soon saw that she loved you."

"But I tell you it's ridiculous. I don't know the girl--and
a servant, too. Pshaw!"

"Well, then, I must get her to see you, and possibly some
explanation may be made. I took possession of the photograph--"

"Why? On what grounds should my photograph interest you,
Jennings?"

"On the grounds that you are a friend of mine, and that I knew
your face the moment I saw it. I naturally asked the girl how
it came into her possession, as I know your tastes don't lie
in the way of pretty parlor-maids, however attractive. It was
her reply which made me take the portrait and come to ask you
for an explanation."

"What reply did she make?" demanded Cuthbert, exasperated by
the false position he was placed in.

"She said that she would explain nothing in case you should
get into trouble with the police. Can you explain that?"

"No," said Mallow, perplexed. "I really cannot be responsible
for the vagaries of a parlor-maid. I don't know the name
Susan Grant, and from your description of her appearance, I
never set eyes on her. I am quite sure your explanation is
the correct one. Juliet crave it to her aunt, and for some
ridiculous reason this girl stole it."