"Can you tell me anything more?" asked Lucian, anxious to make the examination as exhaustive as possible.
"No, Mr. Denzil," answered Rhoda, after some thought, "I can't, except that Mr. Wrent, long before Christmas, promised me a present, and gave me the cloak then."
"Will you let me take this cloak away with me?"
"If you like," replied Rhoda carelessly. "I don't want it.'
"Oh, Rhoda!" wailed Mrs. Bensusan. "Your lovely, lovely rabbit skin!"
"I'll bring it back again," said Lucian hastily. "I only want to use it as evidence."
"Ye want to know who the lady is?" said Rhoda sharply.
"Yes, I do. Can you tell me?"
"No; but you'll find out from that cloak. I guess why you're taking it."
"You are very sharp, Rhoda," said Lucian, rising, with a good-humoured smile, "and well deserve your local reputation. If I find Mr. Wrent, I may require you to identify him; and Mrs. Bensusan also."