"This is all supposition," cried Mallow. "I can't see the
slightest connection between the coiners and this murder.
Besides, it does not explain why Juliet hints at my being
implicated."

Jennings did not reply. "There's the bell, too," he murmured,
his eyes on the ground, "that might be explained." He looked
up briskly. "I tell you what, Mallow, this case may turn out
to be a bigger thing than either of us suspect."

"It's quite big enough for me as it is," retorted Cuthbert,
"although I don't know what you mean. All I desire is to get
to the root of the matter and marry Juliet. Find Miss Loach's
assassin, Jennings, and don't bother about this dead-and-gone
coining case."

"There's a connection between the two," said Jennings,
obstinately; "it's impossible to say how the connection comes
about, but I feel that a discovery in one case entails a
discovery in the other. If I can prove that Miss Loach was
killed by one of the old coiners--"

"What will happen then?"

"I may stumble on the factory that is in existence now."

He would have gone on to explain himself more fully, but that
Mallow's man entered with the information that a young person
was waiting and asked for Mr. Jennings. Mallow ordered the