“Another!” he said, glancing at her with a flash of anger, touched with derision.

“Yes, a duplicate,” she said, flushing.

“ ’Appen Sir Clifford ’ud know,” he said, putting her off.

“Yes!” she said, “he might have another. Otherwise we could have one made from the one you have. It would only take a day or so, I suppose. You could spare your key for so long.”

“Ah canna tell yer, m’ lady! Ah know nob’dy as ma’es keys round ’ere.”

Connie suddenly flushed with anger.

“Very well!” she said. “I’ll see to it.”

“All right, your Ladyship.”