clear head in whom to confide.

"What's the matter?" asked Jennings, who at once saw that
something was wrong from Cuthbert's anxious face.

"Nothing, save that I am being driven out of my senses. I
am glad you have come, Jennings. Things are getting more
mysterious every day. I am determined to get to the bottom of
this murder case if only for my own peace of mind. I am with
you heart and soul. I have the detective fever with a
vengeance. You can count on my assistance in every way."

"All right, my dear chap," said the other soothingly, "sit
down and let us have a quiet talk before this girl arrives."

"Susan Grant. I saw her to-day."

"Did you speak to her?"

"No. I only guessed that she was the girl you talked about
from your description and from the fact that she entered Rose
Cottage."

"Ah," said Jennings, taking a seat, "so you have been down
there?"

"Yes. I'll tell you all about it. I don't know if I'm sane
or insane, Jennings. When does this girl arrive?"

The detective glanced at his watch. "At half-past eight.