"Well," observed Macandrew jocularly, "a little bird--Mrs. Jennings by name--whispered to me that two London ladies had come down on a visit to Major Rebb, who is camping--so to speak--at the Pixy's House."
"Yes. Mrs. Crosbie and her mother. What of that?"
"I shall tell you when I have heard what you have to say about them."
Arnold uttered a grunt and raked his long beard with lean fingers. Haskins looked from one to the other quite mystified. "Has what you have to say anything to do with those ladies?"
"A great deal to do with them, Jerry."
A light broke in on Haskins' clouded brain. "Mrs. Crosbie said that she had stopped at Belldown--that is where you have been."
"Hum," said Tod, glancing at Arnold. "I didn't think she would have admitted so much."
"Tod," Gerald caught his friend's arm, "don't worry me with your hints and looks. Has Mrs. Crosbie anything to do with this crime?"
"I can't say," rejoined the solicitor stolidly, "and I shan't speak until you tell me how you got along with Rebb."
Haskins threw himself back in his chair and made the best of a Scotsman's obstinacy. "I have something very important indeed to tell you," he said seriously. "You know the likeness between the girls?"