I've got my money, and I've got my freedom, and I don't fool away either the one or the other on that Italian dude!" "Is the Count acquainted with these sentiments ?" asked Lucian drily.
"I guess so, Mr.Denzil.He asked me to marry him two months after Mark's death, and I just up and told him pretty plain how the cat jumped." "In plain English, you refused him ?" "You bet I did!" cried Lydia vigorously.

"So you see, Mr.Denzil, he could not have killed Mark." "Why not?
He did not know your true mind until two months after the murder." "That's a fact, anyhow," commented Mrs.Vrain.

"But what the mischief made him buy that rabbit-skin cloak ?" "I expect he bought it for the woman I mistook for you." "And who may she be ?" "That is just what I wish to find out.

This woman who came to Jersey Street so often wore this cloak; therefore, she must have obtained it from the Count.

I'll make him tell me who she is, and what she has to do with this crime." "Do you think she has anything to do with it ?" said Mrs.Vrain doubtfully.
"I am certain.