"There is another person who can tell," Ruth said, thoughtfully. "My father. Oh, I know--I found out--how, it doesn't matter--that Jenner was a clerk in papa's office, that Mrs. Jenner was my sister Amy's governess. I'll ask her. She may know something about Mrs. Jenner and her husband likely to throw light on all this. And I must go to the Turnpike House, for there I may find some evidence--I don't know what--but something." Ruth sighed. "I will go to the Turnpike House if only out of curiosity. Now, this is what we have to do: You must see Mrs. Jenner, and find out all you can, setting it down in writing. I will question papa and Amy, and write down all that they tell me. And I will go to the Turnpike House, then we will meet and compare notes. Is it agreed?"
She rose to her feet.
"Yes, it is agreed. But do not go yet."
"I must, or I shall not catch my train, and, besides, I am hungry and thirsty. I want to go back to Mrs. Jent's and get a cup of tea. Come."
"Will you see Neil?" he asked as they walked towards the cottage.
She shook her head. "I think not; the sight of me will only agitate him. You need not say anything about my having been until he is quite better.
"It is odd that you should have spoken of your sister," Heron said, abruptly, "for Neil has been worrying about her, or, at least, about her eldest boy, George."
"Ah, George is a great friend of his and adores him; but what is he worrying about George for?"
"Well, he got it into his head some little time ago that he was going to die, and he wanted to leave George some gift or another."
"Why didn't he do that in his will?"