"She will, at my request. I don't want my wife to possess money made out of coining. The income will be made over to you by deed of gift." "Six thousand a year," mused the lady, "and you will hold your tongue?" "Of course, for Juliet's sake as well as for yours. But I think it will be advisable for you to travel for a few years." "I'll take up my abode in America forever," said Mrs. Octagon, rising, "do you think I'll stop here and see you my daughter's husband? Not for all the money in the world. Besides, Mr. Octagon has been insolent over money, and I sha'n't stay with him. Basil and myself will go to America and there we will become famous." "It is certainly better than becoming famous in another way," said Mallow, dryly, "you will, of course be quite amiable to Juliet. Also to me, in public." "Oh," she replied, with a short laugh, "I'll kiss you if you like." "There is no need to go so far. I am sorry for you." "And I hate you--hate you! Leave me now at least. You can come to-morrow, and I'll consent publicly to the marriage. But I hope you will both be miserable. Juliet does not love me or she would despise you. I wish you had died along with your uncle." She was becoming so wild in her looks that Cuthbert thought it best to leave the room. The key was in the door, so he departed, quite sure that Mrs. Octagon, to avoid scandal about her shady doings, would be most agreeable towards him in public, however much of a demon she might be in private. Thus ended the interview. Next morning Mallow drove to Jennings and related everything, including the confession of Caranby regarding the accident, and added details of the interview with Mrs. Octagon. Jennings listened, astonished. "I am glad you told me," he said, "of course I don't want you to make all this public. The general impression is the same as that of Mrs. Octagon, that Maraquito murdered Miss Loach. It need not be known that Emilia was masquerading under a false name. She need not be brought into the case at all. What a wonderful case, Mallow." Cuthbert assented. "It's more like fiction than fact." "Fact is always like fiction," said Jennings epigrammatically, "however, we've got a confession from Clancy about the other factories. The whole gang will be caught sooner or later. And, by the way, Mallow, on second thoughts, I think it will be best to state the real name of Emilia." "I think so too. If she is pilloried as Miss Loach, everyone will know that she is the aunt of Juliet. Tell the truth, Jennings." "We'll tell everything, save that Lord Caranby inadvertently murdered that woman. She was the fatal woman--" "No," said the new Lord Caranby, "Mrs. Octagon is the fatal woman. She was at the bottom of everything." "And has been rewarded with six thousand a year. I don't suppose the State can seize that money. However, I'll see. I should like to punish Isabella Octagon in some way. And Susan Grant?"