"Nothing as yet. Roberts, get a guard round the house, and then turn in. We'll wait here till relief comes. Good-night." But after the burly policeman had tramped thankfully away, Cleek turned to his companion. "For a liar, commend me to a woman every time," he said. "Miss Jennifer does know who it was. She knew that it had already been committed, and every blessed thing of hers smelt of _Huile de jasmin_ strong! Did you notice the gold lace scarf also?" "Good Lord! Surely you do not believe----?" Mr. Narkom's voice was full of anxiety. "I never 'believe' anything till I get proof. I may have my doubts and I do think at the moment that the young lady is either in the possession of dangerous knowledge, or else she is bent on throwing the blame on to Sir Edgar----" "Good heavens, Cleek, how, why, what makes you think that?" "First, because she was so evidently on the spot to be caught; secondly, her remark about the revolver was not so unstudied as it looked. No, my friend, you will find that Miss Jennifer knows a little more than you imagine, and means to turn that little to account in winning the man she has set her heart upon, much to our good doctor's dismay. I wonder, now, what poor young Dollops has got to say?" A shrill whistle speedily brought the boy along, and his face when he saw that they were alone was a veritable picture of disgust. "Lor' lumme, sir!" he exclaimed, "you never went and let yerself be taken in by that young woman's soft soap! Taking a stroll, indeed! Not she! Why, she climbed right out of one of those winders there, and dropped to earth like a first-class burglar born." "In the house itself, did you say?" "Yes, I did, Mr. Narkom, and I would 'ave told yer if yer 'adn't pitched into me! In the room over the porch she was, and she slid down the ivy, right in front of my blessed eyes, and then made out wot it was me that 'ad torn all 'er fings. I was running full tilt after another female, when I sees 'er, so there!" "Another woman!" Narkom looked at Cleek, significantly. "Are you sure it wasn't the same woman in the dark, Dollops?" asked Cleek, suddenly, "you might have made a mistake, you know." Dollops gave vent to a little snort of disgust. "Certain sure, sir, but the other lady wasn't near the house she wasn't. Sort of floating about under the trees in a kind of red dressing gown----" "What's that--red--do you mean scarlet? Was it scarlet satin, Dollops? Do you think you know?" "That I do, sir. Shining stuff it were and when I got near, she smelt something hevingly, like a garden full o' flowers." "What's that?" rapped out Cleek, suddenly. "_Huile de jasmin_, of course. It must be the same woman I myself saw a month ago; and yet how does Miss Jennifer come to be there? If she is innocent, what was she doing in that room? And she was wearing a gold scarf, a piece of which I have here and which was clenched in the dead man's hand!"