"If you like. Are you a ghost-hunter also?"
"I am a detective!" whispered Jennings quietly, and with such a look that Caranby became suddenly attentive.
"Ah! You think you may discover something in that house likely to lead to the discovery of the assassin."
"Yes I do. I can't explain my reasons now. The explanation would take too long. However, I see Senora Gredos is beckoning to you. I will speak to Hale and Clancy. Would you mind telling me what she says to you?"
"A difficult question to answer," said Caranby, rising, "as a gentleman, I am not in the habit of repeating conversations, especially with women. Besides, she can have no connection with this case."
"On the face of it—no," replied Jennings doubtfully, "but there is a link—"
"Ah, you mean that she is Emilia's niece."
"Not exactly that," answered Jennings, thinking of the photograph. "I will tell you what I mean when we next meet."
At this moment, in response to the imperative beckoning of Maraquito's fan, Caranby was compelled to go to her. The couch had been wheeled away from the green table, and a gentleman had taken charge of the bank. Maraquito with her couch retreated to a quiet corner of the room, and had a small table placed beside her. Here were served champagne and cakes, while Lord Caranby, after bowing in his old-fashioned way, took a seat near the beautiful woman. She gazed smilingly at Lord Caranby, yet there was a nervous look in her eyes.
"I have heard of you from Mr. Mallow," she said flushing.