LADY MOLLY OF SCOTLAND YARD
little actress looked ready to cry. I spoke as kindly as I could, telling her that if indeed she could throw some light on Mr. Marvell's present whereabouts it was her duty to be quite frank on the subject.
She "hem"-ed and "ha"-ed for awhile, and her simpering ways were just beginning to tell on my nerves, when she suddenly started talking very fast.
"I am principal boy at the Grand," she explained with great volubility; "and I knew Mr. Leonard Marvell well—in fact—er—he paid me a good deal of attention and"
"Yes—and?" I queried, for the girl was obviously nervous.
There was a pause. Miss Fay began to cry.
"And it seems that my brother took this young—er—lady to supper on the night of February 3rd, after which no one has ever seen or heard of him again," here interposed Miss Marvell, quietly.
"Is that so?" I asked.
Lulu Fay nodded, whilst heavy tears fell upon her clasped hands.
"But why did you not tell this to the police three weeks ago?" I ejaculated, with all the sternness at my command.
"I—I was frightened," she stammered.
"Frightened? Of what?"
"I am engaged to Lord Mountnewte and"
"And you did not wish him to know that you were accepting the attentions of Mr. Leonard Marvell—was that it? Well," I added, with involuntary im-
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