"Can you throw any light on it?"
"Light on it?"
"I mean .... have you seen anything of Stowell since we spoke of him last?"
"Nothing."
"Nor heard from him?"
"No."
"Do you think it likely that .... But it is impossible. No responsible person in his sense could do such a thing. It must be the other one."
"What other, father?"
"Young Gell, of course. He is the only man in the island who could wish that girl to escape—the only one who would be fool enough to help her to do so."
Fenella went to her room with a heart at ease. She was sorry for Gell, very sorry, but in the consuming selfishness of her love for Stowell she found a secret joy in the thought that suspicion was being diverted from the real culprit.