"And you still have that coat?"
"No. It was stolen from the car one day when we were over at Dymchurch." His eyes grew alarmed suddenly. "Why? What has the coat got to do with it?"
"Was it dark- or light-colored?"
"Dark, of course. A sort of gray-black. Why?"
"Did you report its loss?"
"No, neither of us wanted attention called to us. What has it —»
"Just tell me about Thursday morning, will you?" The face opposite him was steadily losing its ingenuousness and becoming wary and inimical again. "I understand that you didn't go with Miss Clay to swim. Is that right?"
"Yes. But I awoke almost as soon as she had gone —»
"How do you know when she went if you were asleep?"
"Because it was still only six. She couldn't have been gone long. And Mrs. Pitts said afterwards that I had followed down the road on her heels."