ut how did this woman get it? I never heard my aunt
mention her, either as Maraquito or as Senora Gredos."

"Was your aunt open with you?"

"Perfectly open. She had nothing in her life to conceal."

"I am not so sure of that," murmured the detective. "Well, I cannot
say how Maraquito became possessed of this photograph."

Juliet shrugged her shoulders. "In that case we may dismiss the
matter," she said, wiping her dry lips; "and I can't see what the
photograph has to do with this crime."

"I can't see it myself, but one never knows."

"Do you accuse Mr. Mallow?"

"Supposing I did. I know Mr. Mallow was near this place on the night
of the murder and about the hour."

Juliet leaned against the wall and turned away her face. "It is not
true. What should bring him there?"

"He had business connected with the unfinished house at the back owned
by Lord Caranby. But I don't suppose anyone saw him."

"How do you know he was here then?" asked Juliet, gray and agitated.

"He confessed to me that he had been here. But we can talk of that
later--"

Juliet interposed. "One moment," she cried, "do you accuse him?"

"As yet I accuse no one. I must get more facts together. By the way,
Miss Saxon, will you tell the where you were on that night?"

"Certainly," she replied in a muffled voice, "at the Marlow Theatre
with my brother Basil."

"Quite so. But I don't think the play was to your liking."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well," said Jennings slowly, and watching the changing color of her
face, "in your house you do not favor melodrama. I wonder you went to
see this one at the Marlow Theatre."

"The writer is a friend of ours," said Juliet defiantly.

"In that case, you might have paid him the compliment of remaining till
the fall of the curtain."

Juliet trembled violently and clung to the wall. "Go on," she said
faintly.

"You had a box, as I learned from the business manager. But shortly
after eight your brother left the theatre: you departed after nine."

"I went to see an old friend in the neighborhood," stammered Juliet.

"Ah, and was that neighborhood this one, by any chance? In a
hansom--which I believe you drove away in--one can reach this place
from the Marlow Theatre in a quarter of an hour."

"I--I--did not come here."

"Then where did you go?"

"I decline to say."

"Where did your brother go?"

"He did not tell me. Did the manager inform you of anything else?"

"He