"I suppose you have not learned anything about it as yet."
"Well, we have a clew," said Dean, slowly.
"What sort of a clew?" asked the squire, nervously.
"Well, not enough to speak of yet."
"By the way," continued the squire, carelessly, "Brandon tells me you have found a sleeve button which he thinks belongs to me."
"Yes, sir, would you like to see it?"
"Certainly, if you have it with you."
Dean produced from his vest pocket the button already referred to.
"Is it yours?" he inquired.