"Not necessarily," rejoined Jennings, putting on his overcoat. "But I will not theorize any more. Wait till I confront the girl with you in a few days. Then we may force her to speak."
Cuthbert shrugged his shoulders. "As you please. But I really am at a loss to think what she will say."
"So am I," said Jennings, as they walked to the door. "That is why I am anxious to see her and you together. And, after all, I may have found only a mare's nest."
"You certainly have so far as I am concerned. By the way, when is the body to be buried?"
"The day after to-morrow. Then the will has to be read. I hope the old lady will leave you some money, Mallow. She was reported to be rich. Oh, by the way, I'll look up that Saul coining case you speak of."
"Why?" asked Mallow, bluntly and uneasily.
"It may have some bearing on this matter. Only in the past will we find the truth. And Miss Selina Loach certainly knew Miss Saul."
As Jennings departed the postman came up the stairs with the late letters. Cuthbert found one from Juliet and opened it at once. It contained one line—
"Don't see the police about aunt's death—JULIET."
Cuthbert Mallow slept very badly that night.