servant to admit her, and shortly Susan Grant, nervous and
blushing, entered the room.

"I am glad to see you," said Jennings, placing a chair for
her. "This is Mr. Mallow. We wish to ask you a few
questions."

"I have seen Mr. Mallow before," said Susan, gasping and
flushing.

"At Rose Cottage?" said Mallow inquiringly.

"No. When I was with Senora Gredos as parlor-maid."

"Senora Gredos?" said Jennings, before Cuthbert could speak.
"Do you mean Maraquito?"

"I have heard that her name was Maraquito, sir," said Susan
calmly. "A lame lady and fond of cards. She lives in--"

"I know where she lives," said Cuthbert, flushing in his turn.
"I went there occasionally to play cards. I never saw you."

"But I saw you, sir," said the girl fervently. "Often I have
watched you when you thought I wasn't, and--"

"One moment," said Jennings, interrupting. "Let's us get to
the pith of the matter at once. Where did you get Mr.
Mallow's portrait?"