She'll be here in half an hour. Go on. What's up?"

"Read this," said Cuthbert, and passed along the note from
Juliet. "I received that immediately after you went the other
night."

Jennings read the note with a thoughtful look, then laid it
aside and stared at his friend. "It is strange that she
should write in that way," said he. "I should have thought
she would wish to learn who killed her aunt. What does she
mean?"

"I can't tell you. I met her to-day," and Cuthbert gave
details of his visit to Rexton and the interview with Juliet.
"Now what does she mean," he added in his turn, "talking as
though I had something to do with the matter?"

"Someone's been poisoning her mind. That brother of hers,
perhaps."

"What do you know of him?" asked Cuthbert quickly.

"Nothing good. He's an hysterical idiot. Gambles a lot and
falls into rages when he loses. At times I don't think he's
responsible for his actions."

Mallow threw himself back in his chair biting his moustache.
Every word Jennings spoke made him more confident that Basil
had something to do with the crime. But why Juliet should
hint at his own guilt Cuthbert could not imagine. Had he been