“It was Nellie. I might have guessed it.”
“Guessed——?”
“It was her plan—coming up here—to the woods. Before we left New York she and John Kenyon were as thick as thieves—and——”
“Oh!”
“Good old Uncle John! He did it. I remember now—a hundred things.”
It was Jane’s turn to be surprised.
“Yes—yes. It’s true, Phil. Oh, how cleverly they managed! But how could Nellie have known that I would come here? I only told Johnny Challón.”
Phil laughed.
“Nellie Pennington is a remarkable woman. She knew. She knows everything.”