"And the same eyebrows meeting over the nose," said Jennings. "Mrs. Herne has a similar mark. I am sure she is a relative of Maraquito's."
"If she is her aunt, I give you leave to call me a fool," said Caranby, rising. "I know that Emilia told me she had no sister. What will you do next, Jennings?"
"I shall see this man who fired the house and try to get at the truth. Then I am having Mrs. Herne watched—"
"And Maraquito?"
"She can't move from her couch, so there is no danger of her escaping. But now that the coining factory is destroyed, I shall find it difficult to bring home the crime to anyone. I wish Cuthbert would come."
"Do you expect him?"
"Yes. Listen, Lord Caranby," and Jennings related the episode of the knife, and how he had brought Mallow and Juliet together. "And it seems to me," went on the detective, "that Cuthbert learned something from Miss Saxon which he does not wish to tell me."
"Something to do with Mrs. Octagon."
"Why with her?" demanded Jennings suddenly.
"Oh, because I think Isabella capable of much. She is a fatal woman!"