romance may be found the motive for the death of Selina
Loach."

The detective thought over the story. "I don't quite see--"

"Nor do I. All the same--" Caranby waved his hand and abruptly changed
the subject. "Do you know why I came here to-night?"

"No. I did not know you ever came to such places."

"Nor do I. My life is a quiet one now. I came to see this woman you
call Maraquito."

"What do you call her?" asked Jennings alertly.

"Ah, that I can't tell you. But she is no Spaniard."

"Is she a Jewess by any chance?"

Caranby turned to look directly at his companion. "You ought to be
able to tell that from her face," he said, "can you not see the seal of
Jacob impressed there--that strange look which stamps a Hebrew?"

"No," confessed Jennings, "that is, I can see it now, but I came here
for many a long day before I did guess she was a Jewess. And then it
was only because I learned the truth."

"How did you learn it?"

The detective related details of his visit to Monsieur Le Beau and the
discovery that Maraquito Gredos was one and the same as Celestine
Durand. Caranby listened attentively. "Yes, that is all right," he
said, "but her name is Bathsheba Saul."

"What?" said Jennings, so loud that several people turned to look.

"Hush!" said Caranby, sinking his voice, "you attract notice. Yes, I
made Cuthbert describe the appearance of this woman. His description
vaguely suggested Emilia Saul. I came here to-night to satisfy myself,
and I have no doubt but what she is the niece of Emilia--the daughter
of Emilia's brother."

"Who was connected with the coining gang?"

"Ah, you heard of that, did you? Exactly. Her father is dead, I
believe, but there sits his daughter. You see in her the image of
Emilia as I loved her twenty years ago."

"Loved her?" echoed Jennings, significantly.

"You are right," responded Caranby with a keen look. "I see Cuthbert
has told you all. I never did love Emilia. But she hypnotized me in
some way. She was one of those women who could make a man do what
pleased her. And this Bathsheba--Maraquito--Celestine, can do the
same. It is a pity she is an invalid, but on the whole, as she looks
rather wicked, mankind is to be congratulated. Were she able to move
about like an ordinary woman, she would set the world on fire after the
fashion of Cleopatra. You need not mention this."

"I know how to hold my tongue," said Jennings, rather offended by the
impu