"Juliet, you are not engaged to Arkwright?"
"No. I am engaged to you and you only. I mean I only pretended that I would not marry you. My mother thought I was obeying her, but I was really shielding you on account of that letter."
"Give me the letter, love, and I'll show it to Jennings."
"No," said Miss Saxon, shrinking back; "get him to drop the case."
"Why?" asked Cuthbert dryly. "I could understand that request when you thought me guilty, but now that you know I am innocent, and that Jennings is aware I was at Rose Cottage on that night, surely there is no bar to his proceeding with the case."
"I do not wish it," faltered Juliet.
Cuthbert looked at her steadily and turned away with a sigh. "You are keeping something from me," he said.
"And you from me," she retorted. "Why did you start when I spoke of the overcoat?"
"Juliet, my own," Cuthbert took her hands earnestly, "there are circumstances in this case which are very strange. Innocent persons may be sacrificed. It is best for you and me to have nothing more to do with the matter. Miss Loach is dead. Who killed her will never be known. Let us marry, dear heart, and leave the case alone."
"I am quite willing. But my mother?"