me. I stayed away from her house because she became too
attentive. I never told you this, as no man has a right to
reveal a woman's weakness. But, as matters are so serious, it
is right you should know."

"I am glad I do know. By the way, Cuthbert, what between Miss
Saxon, Susan Grant and Maraquito, you will have a hard time."

"How absurd!" said Mallow angrily. "Juliet is the only woman
I love and Juliet I intend to marry."

"Maraquito will prevent your marriage."

"If she can," scoffed Cuthbert.

Jennings looked grave. "I am not so sure but what she can
make mischief. There's Mrs. Herne who may or may not be the
mother of this Spanish demon--"

"Perhaps the demon herself," ventured Mallow.

"No!" said the detective positively. "Maraquito can't move
from her couch. You know that. However, I shall call on Mrs.
Herne at Hampstead. She was a witness, you know? Keep quiet,
Mallow, and let me make inquiries. Meantime, ask Miss Saxon
when she missed that photograph."

"Can you see your way now?"

"I have a slight clue. But it will be a long time before I