"Did you wear a green dress?" Kelson asked eagerly.
"Yes. Why?"
"Only that it must have been you I saw with him."
"And can you throw any light on the mystery?" Morriston asked.
The girl shook her head. "None at all, I'm afraid."
"Did Mr. Henshaw's manner or state of mind strike you as being peculiar?"
"Not in the least," Miss Elyot answered with decision. "During the short
time we were together our talk was quite commonplace, mostly of the
changes in the county."
"Did he, Henshaw, know it formerly?" Morriston asked with some surprise.
"Oh, yes," Miss Elyot answered, "he used to stay with some people over
at Lamberton; you remember the Peltons, Muriel?" she turned to Miss
Tredworth. "Of course you do."
"Oh, yes," Muriel Tredworth answered. "I remember them quite well,
although we didn't know much about them."
"Don't you recollect," Miss Elyot continued, "meeting this very Mr.
Henshaw at a big garden party they gave. I know you played tennis
with him."
"Did I?" Miss Tredworth replied. "What a memory you have, Gladys. You
can't expect me to recollect every one of the scores of men I must have
played tennis with.
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