"I do. But when my fortune will allow me to marry, I don't know."
Caranby, without raising his voice or looking at his companion, supplied the information. "I can tell you that," said he, "when you learn who killed Miss Loach."
"How is that?"
"On the day you lay your hand on the assassin of that poor woman I shall give you five thousand pounds."
Jennings' breath was taken away. "A large sum," he murmured.
"She was very dear to me at one time," said Caranby with emotion. "I would have married her but for the machinations of her sister."
"Mrs. Octagon?"
"Yes! She wanted to become my wife. The story is a long one."
"Cuthbert told it to me."
"Quite right," said Caranby, nodding, "I asked him to. It seems to me that in my romance may be found the motive for the death of Selina Loach."