"The box was
lying on the divan in the first room where he said he had left it on
going out for a cab."
"Does nane o' the evidence show if Mrs. Irvin had been to Kazmah's
before?"
"Yes. She went there fairly regularly to buy perfume."
"No' for the fortune-tellin'?"
"No. According to Mr. Gray, to buy perfume."
"Had Mr. Gray been there wi' her before?"
"No. Sir Lucien Pyne seems to have been her pretty constant
companion."
"Do ye suspect she was his lady-love?"
"I believe Mr. Gray suspects something of the kind."
"And Mr. Gray?"
"He is not such an old friend as Sir Lucien was. But I fancy
nevertheless it was Mr. Gray that her husband doubted."
"Do ye suspect the puir soul had cause, Dan?"
"No," replied Kerry promptly; "I don't. The boy is mad about her, but
I fancy she just liked his company. He's the heir of Lord Wrexborough,
and Mrs. Irvin used to be a stage beauty. It's a usual state of
affairs, and more often than not means nothing."
"I dinna ken sich folk," declared Mary Kerry. "They a'most desairve
all they get. They are bound tee come tee nae guid end. Where did ye
say Sir Lucien lived?"
"Albemarle Street; just round the corner."
"Ye told me that he only kepit twa sairvents: a cook, hoosekeper, who
lived awe', an' a man--a foreigner?"
"A kind of half-baked Dago, named Juan Mareno.
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