intend to follow up the clue of your photograph, though if the
explanation I suggest is the true one, there's nothing more to
be said. But the girl, Susan Grant, has not the look of a
thief."

"That means, I gave her the photograph," said Cuthbert
haughtily.

"Not necessarily," rejoined Jennings, putting on his overcoat.
"But I will not theorize any more. Wait till I confront the
girl with you in a few days. Then we may force her to speak."

Cuthbert shrugged his shoulders. "As you please. But I
really am at a loss to think what she will say."

"So am I," said Jennings, as they walked to the door. "That
is why I am anxious to see her and you together. And, after
all, I may have found only a mare's nest."

"You certainly have so far as I am concerned. By the way,
when is the body to be buried?"

"The day after to-morrow. Then the will has to be read. I
hope the old lady will leave you some money, Mallow. She was
reported to be rich. Oh, by the way, I'll look up that Saul
coining case you speak of."

"Why?" asked Mallow, bluntly and uneasily.

"It may have some bearing on this matter. Only in the past