"Humph! Never heard of them," said Jennings, lighting his
cigarette, "but it is strange you should talk of coining. I
and several other fellows are looking for a set of coiners
now. There are a lot of false coins circulating, and they are
marvellously made. If I can only lay my hands on the coiners
and their factory, there will be a sensation."

"And your reputation will be enhanced."

"I hope so," replied the detective, reddening. "I want a rise
in my salary, as I wish to marry. By the way, how is Miss
Saxon?"

"Very well. You met her, did you not?"

"Yes! You took me to that queer house. What do they call it?
the--'Shrine of the Muses'--where all the sham art exists.
Why do you look so grave, old boy?"

The two men, getting more confidential, were dropping into the
language of school-days and speaking more familiarly. Mallow
did not reply at once, as his servant had just brought in the
coffee. But when each gentleman was supplied with a cup and
they were again alone, he looked gravely at Miles. "I want to
ask your advice," he said, "and if you are my friend--"

"I am, of course I am."

"Well, then, I am as interested in finding out who killed Miss
Loach as you are."