"Very good, Count, we will just have time to get back to your place." "And what you think now ?" said Ferruci, with a malicious twinkle in his eyes.
"I do not know what to think," replied Lucian dismally, "save that it is a strange coincidence that _another_ Italian should have bought the cloak." The Count shrugged his shoulders as they got into the hansom, but he did not speak until they were well on their way back to Marquis Street.

He then looked thoughtfully at his companion.

"I do not believe coincidence," he said abruptly, "but in design." "What do you mean, Count?
I do not quite follow you." "Some one who knows I love Mrs.Vrain wish to injure me," said the Italian rapidly, "and so make theirself like me to buy that cloak.

Ah! you see?
But he could not make himself as tall as me.

Oh, yes, sir, I am sure it is so." "Do you know any one who would disguise himself so as to implicate you in the murder ?" "No." Ferruci shook his head.