“You know?” questioned Signor Navaro, with a start.
Phil gave a slight nod.
“Why did you put the file in my trunk—the file you cut the wire with?”
“I thought I dropped it in my own trunk. Somebody surprised me and I was afraid they would catch me with it in my hand and suspect.”
“That’s what I thought.”
“You are sharp. And you told no one?”
“No. But I had made up my mind to tell you. I didn’t think it would have to be this way, though. I’m sorry it is.”
“Well, I have my punishment. It served me right. I was crazed with jealousy. I—how is the boy?”
“Not badly hurt, I believe. He will be all right in a few days, and I hope you will be able to join out in a short time.”
Signor Navaro extended a feeble hand, which Phil pressed softly.