The detective thought over the story. "I don't quite see—"
"Nor do I. All the same—" Caranby waved his hand and abruptly changed the subject. "Do you know why I came here to-night?"
"No. I did not know you ever came to such places."
"Nor do I. My life is a quiet one now. I came to see this woman you call Maraquito."
"What do you call her?" asked Jennings alertly.
"Ah, that I can't tell you. But she is no Spaniard."
"Is she a Jewess by any chance?"
Caranby turned to look directly at his companion. "You ought to be able to tell that from her face," he said, "can you not see the seal of Jacob impressed there—that strange look which stamps a Hebrew?"
"No," confessed Jennings, "that is, I can see it now, but I came here for many a long day before I did guess she was a Jewess. And then it was only because I learned the truth."
"How did you learn it?"