"Scarlet satin coat?" echoed Ailsa. "Why, what can that have to do with it? As it happens, I do know, for I possess one myself and very fond of it I am, too. But why do you ask?" "Oh, just a fancy of mine, that's all," replied Cleek with apparent irrelevance. "I thought perhaps Lady Brenton had one, but if she hasn't--unless she might have borrowed yours, you'd lend it to her I know. Did you?" "No, that I certainly did _not_. For one thing, why should Lady Brenton wish to wear my things? Anyhow, I know she did not borrow mine with my knowledge." "Hmn, I see. You couldn't have left it lying around anywhere?" Ailsa laughed gaily. "How like a man! As if I should leave satin opera coats lying round. They're much too precious! But of course it is in one of the cupboards at The Towers. I left it there once, and it has been there ever since." She was gazing down the lane which wound its way round the fields and distant houses and now gave a little cry of dismay. "Oh, here is that dreadful girl again and her brother! I can't help it, dear," she added, impulsively, "but Miss Wynne and I do not get on well. I know her better than I care about." Cleek looked critically at the pair who were advancing round the bend of the lane, and his thoughts readjusted themselves. "Perhaps you will tell me about them," he said, quietly. "Who and what are they, this Miss Wynne and her brother?" Ailsa turned her soft eyes up into his face. "Miss Wynne, Jennifer is her other name, is the only daughter of old Dr. Wynne. She keeps house for Mr. Bobby Wynne. What he does and how he earns any money is always a mystery to me. For he never appears to do anything." "If I remember correctly, Dr. Verrall appeared to be rather 'interested' in the lady," Cleek struck in. Ailsa nodded. "That's perfectly true," she said, quickly. "Indeed, if it were not for the fact that she has set her heart upon becoming the future Lady Brenton, I believe she would marry him. For he adores her; that's patent to all." A slight pause followed this as Cleek's eyes sought hers for a moment with a look in their depths that brought the warm colour into her cheeks. "He is not the only one who adores his lady," he put in gently, "and what else is there about this interesting couple, pray? I am anxious to hear." "I know you are," she responded, "and I can understand how every little detail in the chain of evidence counts. You can rely upon me to supply them to you as soon as they come my way." Cleek looked at her gratefully. "Indeed I do," he said, quietly. "Believe me, Ailsa, any little scraps of fact or gossip that you can give me I shall be grateful for. You may be sure no harm will be done, and it may possibly lead to some quicker discovery."