"How do you know that is the name of the paper?" she asked in a nervous tone.
"I learned it from the same source that supplied me with the history of the Larcher affair."
"What! You also know the name of the case?"
"As you see."
"Frank does not know it. I did not show him the papers. I suppressed all names when I told the story," she said incoherently; "but now you—you——"
"I know all. Yes, you are right," observed Tait complacently. "I am better acquainted with the plot of 'A Whim of Fate' than John Parver himself."
Jenny sat looking at him in a kind of wild amazement. From the significance of his tone, the extent of his knowledge, she vaguely felt that something was wrong. Again, the anger of Kerry, the conversation of Linton, came into her mind, and she saw into what difficulty the chance telling of that ancient crime had led her. Tait noticed that she was perplexed and frightened, so dexterously strove to set her more at ease by making a clean breast of it, and enlisting her sympathy for Claude.
"You saw the friend who was with me in the cart, Miss Paynton?"
"Yes. Who is he?"
"Claude Larcher!"