Lord Donal has done me the honour to place the case in my hands." "Why does his lordship wish to find this--this--fraudulent person ?" asked Jennie, speaking slowly and with difficulty.
"Because," said the detective, with the air of a man who knows whereof he speaks, "he is in love with her." "What makes you think that ?" "I don't think it, I know it.

Listen to his description of her." The detective chose a paper from among his pile of documents, folded, labelled, and docketed for reference.
"'The girl is of average height, or perhaps a trifle taller than the average; carries herself superbly, like a born duchess.

Her eyes are of a deep, velvety black--'" "Dear me!" cried the girl, "he describes her as if she were a cat!" "Wait a moment," said the detective.
"I don't see much trace of love in that," continued Jennie breathlessly.
"Wait a moment," repeated the detective.

"'They light up and sparkle with merriment, and they melt into the most entrancing tenderness.'" "Good gracious!" cried Jennie, rising, "the conceit of the man is illimitable.

Does he mean to intimate that he saw tenderness for himself in the eyes of a woman he had met for an hour or two ?" "That's just it," said the detective, laughing.