“I mean what I say.”
“How know you this?”
“Phillip Redgill once asked us to go down to Darlington Hall to rob it.”
“No.”
“’Tis true every word, my brave lad.”
“You surprise me.”
“Well, while we were there, I and Jack pulled about the old knight’s papers and parchments, while the Skeleton Crew were fighting and hanging the servants, and so drank good wine in the library, and read the family papers.”
“And was it Phillip Redgill who planned that attack?”
“Yes, and no other.”
“No wonder, then, that I always instinctively hated him,” said Ned.