LADY MOLLY OF SCOTLAND YARD
Lady Molly had some business to arrange in connection with the purchase of an additional bit of land to round off her little garden at Kirk.
Mr. Fuelling was courteous, but distinctly stiff, in his manner towards the lady who was "connected with the police," more especially when—her business being transacted—she seemed inclined to tarry for a little while in the busy solicitor's office, and to lead conversation round to the subject of the murder of Mr. Steadman.
"Five years have gone by since then," said Mr. Fuelling, curtly, in response to a remark from Lady Molly, "I prefer not to revive unpleasant memories."
"You, of course, believed Captain de Mazareen guilty?" retorted my dear lady, imperturbably.
"There were circumstances" rejoined the solicitor, "and—and, of course, I hardly knew the unfortunate young man. Messrs. Truscott and Truscott used to be the family solicitors."
"Yes. It seemed curious that when Sir Jeremiah wished to make his will he should have sent for you, rather than for his accustomed lawyer," mused Lady Molly.
"Sir Jeremiah did not send for me," replied Mr. Fuelling, with some acerbity, "he sent for my junior, Mr. Steadman."
"Perhaps Mr. Steadman was a personal friend of his."
"Not at all. Not at all. Mr. Steadman was a
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