"Look here, Mr.Denzil, would you break a promise ?" "That depends upon what the promise was." "It was one I made to hold my tongue." "About what ?" "Several things," said the girl shortly.
"Have they to do with this crime ?" asked Lucian eagerly.
"I don't know.

I can't say," said Rhoda; then suddenly her face grew black.

"I tell you what, sir, I hate Mr.Wrent!" she declared.
"Oh, Rhoda!" cried Mrs.Bensusan.

"After the lovely cloak he gave you!" The red-haired girl looked contemptuously at her mistress; then, without a word, darted out of the room.

Before Lucian could conjecture the reason of her strange conduct, or Mrs.Bensusan could get her breath again--a very difficult operation for her--Rhoda was back with a blue cloth cloak, lined with rabbit skins, hanging over her arm.