"I recognize my own face. I had several portraits done like
this. I think this one--" Mallow looked at the inscription
which he read for the first time, and his face grew pale.

"What is it?" asked Miles eagerly.

"I don't know," faltered the other uneasily.

"You recognize the inscription?"

"Yes, I certainly wrote that."

"It is quite a tender inscription," said Miles, his eyes on
the disturbed face of the other. "'With my dear love,' it
reads."

Cuthbert laid down the portrait and nodded. "Yes! That is
the inscription," he said in low tones, and his eyes sought
the carpet.

"You wrote that to a servant."

"What servant?"

"The new parlor-maid engaged by Miss Loach on the day of her
death--Susan Grant."

"I remember the name. I saw it in the papers."

"Do you know the girl well?" asked Jennings.