"Perhaps," said Cuthbert disbelievingly; "but it was nearly
eleven when I left the park. If anyone had been at my heels I
would have noticed."

"I am not so sure of that. The park, as you say, is a kind of
jungle. The man might have seen you and have taken his
precautions. Moreover," added the detective, sitting up
alertly, "he might have written to Miss Saxon saying he saw
you on that night. And she--"

"Bosh!" interrupted Mallow roughly, "he would give himself
away."

"Not if the letter was anonymous."

"Perhaps," said the other again; "but Basil may have been
about the place and have accused me."

"In that case he must explain his reason for being in the
neighborhood at that hour. But he won't, and you may be sure
Miss Saxon, for his sake, will hold her tongue. No, Mallow.
Someone accuses you to Miss Saxon--Basil or another. If we
could only make her speak--"

Cuthbert shook his head. "I fear it's impossible."

"Why not let me arrest you," suggested Jennings, "and then, if
at anytime, she would speak."