"No, sir. I never set eyes on them before."

"But as parlor-maid, you must have opened the door to--"

"Just a moment, sir," said Susan quickly. "I opened the door
in the day when few people came. After eight the page,
Gibber, took my place. And I hardly ever went upstairs, as
Senora Gredos told me to keep below. One evening I did come
up and saw--" here her eyes rested on Cuthbert with a look
which made him turn crimson. "I wish I had never come up on
that night."

"See here, my girl," said Mallow irritably, "do you mean to
say--"

"Hold on, Mallow," interposed Jennings, "let me ask a
question." He turned to Susan, now weeping again with downcast
eyes. "Mr. Mallow's face made an impression on you?"

"Yes, sir. But then I knew every line of it before."

"How was that?"

Susan looked up surprised. "The photograph in Senora Gredos'
dressing-room. I often looked at it, and when I left I could
not bear to leave it behind. It was stealing, I know," cried
Miss Grant tearfully, "and I have been brought up respectably,
but I couldn't help myself."

By this time Cuthbert was the color of an autumn sunset. He