"He had business connected with the unfinished house at the back owned by Lord Caranby. But I don't suppose anyone saw him."
"How do you know he was here then?" asked Juliet, gray and agitated.
"He confessed to me that he had been here. But we can talk of that later—"
Juliet interposed. "One moment," she cried, "do you accuse him?"
"As yet I accuse no one. I must get more facts together. By the way, Miss Saxon, will you tell the where you were on that night?"
"Certainly," she replied in a muffled voice, "at the Marlow Theatre with my brother Basil."
"Quite so. But I don't think the play was to your liking."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Well," said Jennings slowly, and watching the changing color of her face, "in your house you do not favor melodrama. I wonder you went to see this one at the Marlow Theatre."
"The writer is a friend of ours," said Juliet defiantly.