"Well, for one thing Mrs. Cleaver told me the old man had sent Miriam to her."
"But you've just said the woman was a crook. That's no proof."
"Oh, that's not all I have against Miriam. It appears that she was practicing her wiles on Silas Gyde before he was killed."
From his desk Jack got the unfinished letter that the dead millionaire had left behind him. To Bobo he read that part of it which referred to Miriam.
Bobo was shaken but unconvinced. "That description might fit dozens of girls," he said.
"Sure," said Jack, "all except the peculiar mole on the inside of her right forefinger. Ever noticed that?"
"N-no."
"Well, I have. If you're going to see her again, I recommend that you look for it."
Bobo was now weakening fast "What do you suppose her game is?"
"That's easy. To marry you and get a strangle hold on your supposed millions. Now I didn't want to tell you all this because it endangers the game I'm playing. But I got you into it, and I don't want your blood on my conscience either."