"Why did you wish to hang the poor girl?"
"Because I loved Cuthbert. I would have hanged her with pleasure," said Maraquito vindictively. "I hate her!"
"Then why do you wish to see her to-day?"
"To tell her that I give up your nephew."
"That is not in accordance with the sentiments you expressed now."
Maraquito made a gesture of indifference and made no reply. Caranby now began to suspect that she intended harm to Juliet, and wondered if she had any weapon about her. That dangling bag could easily carry a stout knife or a neat little revolver. And Maraquito, as was evident from the deaths of Maxwell and Tyke, had no idea of the sacredness of life. Caranby wished he had kept Cuthbert at hand to avert any catastrophe. He was about to ring and order his servant not to bring Miss Saxon into the room when Maraquito roused herself from her reverie.
"Do you wish to know anything further?" she asked.
"No. I think you have told me everything."
She smiled scornfully. "I have told you very little. But for the rest of the information you must apply to Mrs. Octagon."
"Ah! Supposing I wish to learn who killed Emilia?"