What of that ?" "You were in Jersey Street, Pimlico, on that night." "I was never in Pimlico in my life!" declared Lydia wrathfully, "and, as I said before, I don't know where Jersey Street is." "Do you know a man called Wrent ?" "I never heard of him!" "Yet you visited him in Jersey Street on Christmas Eve, between seven and eight o'clock." "Did I, really ?" cried Mrs.Vrain, ironically, "and how can you prove I did ?" "By that cloak," said Lucian, pointing to where it lay on a chair.

"You wore that cloak and a velvet-spotted veil." "I haven't worn a veil of that kind for over a year," said Lydia decisively, "though I admit I used to wear veils of that sort.

You can ask my maid if I have any velvet-spotted veils in my wardrobe just now.
As to the cloak--I never wear rabbit skins." "You might as a disguise." "Sakes alive, man, what should I want with a disguise?
I tell you the cloak isn't mine.

You can soon prove that.

Find out who made it, and go and ask in the shop if I bought it." "How can I find out who made it ?" asked Denzil, who was beginning to feel that Lydia was one too many for him.
"Here! I'll show you!" said Lydia, and picking up the cloak she turned over the tab at the neck, by which it was hung up.