with him. And a girl is never secure, as Eliza said when she crossed the ice."
"Well, who really did profit by my loss? Any one?"
Fell's pale gray eyes twinkled, then cleared in their usually wide innocence.
"My dear Lucie, is there one person in this world to whose faults Joseph Maillard is deliberately blind—one person to whose influence he is ever open—one person to whom he would refuse nothing, in whom he would pardon everything, of whom he would never believe any evil report?"
"You mean" Lucie drew a quick breath, "Bob?"
"Yes, I mean Bob. That he has profited by your loss I am not yet in a position to say; but I suspect it. He has his father's cupidity without his father's sense of honour to restrain him. When I have finished with the Masquer, I shall take up his trail."
Jachin Fell rose. "Now I must be off, my dear. By the way, if I have need of you in running down the Masquer, may I call upon your services?"
"Certainly! I'd love to help, Uncle Jachin! We'd be real detectives?"
