"I have never met you?"
"Yet I have been to your house, Miss Saxon. Perhaps my name, Miles Jennings, may—"
The girl started with a cry. "You are a detective!" she gasped.
CHAPTER XIV
MRS. OCTAGON EXPLAINS
The young girl leaned against the wall, white, and with closed eyes. Alarmed by her appearance, Jennings would have assisted her, but she waved him off and staggered down the stairs. By a powerful effort she managed to subdue her feelings, and when in the hall turned to him with a sickly smile. "I am glad to see you," she said. "Mr. Mallow has often spoken to you of me. You are his friend, I know."
"His best friend, in spite of the difference in our position."
"Oh," Juliet waved that objection aside, "I know you are a gentleman and took up this work merely as a hobby."
"I fear not," smiled Jennings. "To make money."