case was beginning to take shape. "Can Maraquito have
anything to do with the coiners?" he asked himself. "She is
English--a Jewess--Saul is a Jewish name. Can she be of
that family? It seems to me that this case is a bigger one
than I imagine. I wonder what I had better do?"

It was not easy to say. However, by the time Jennings reached
his home--he had chambers in Duke Street, St. James'--he
decided to see Maraquito. For this purpose he arrayed himself
in accurate evening dress. Senora Gredos thought he was a
mere idler, a man-about-town. Had she known of his real
profession she might not have welcomed him so freely to her
house. Maraquito, for obvious reasons, had no desire to come
into touch with the authorities.

But it must not be thought that she violated the law in any
very flagrant way. She was too clever for that. Her house
was conducted in a most respectable manner. It was situated
in Golden Square, and was a fine old mansion of the days when
that locality was fashionable. Her servants were all neat and
demure. Maraquito received a few friends every evening for a
quiet game of cards, so on the surface no one could object to
that. But when the doors were closed, high play went on and
well-known people ventured large sums on the chances of
baccarat. Also, people not quite so respectable came, and it
was for that reason Scotland Yard left the house alone. When
any member of the detective staff wished to see anyone of a
shady description, the person could be found at Maraquito's.
Certainly, only the aristocracy of crime came here, and never
a woman. Maraquito did not appear to love her own sex. She