"It was down to Neanticut, sir," said Phil—"I told Reuben Taylor as how he'd druv her down, Joe Deacon said he had; and Reuben said Joe had made a mistake. That's the hull of it, sir."
"Who is her?" said Mr. Linden.
"She—Miss Faith Derrick, sir."
Phil was getting very uncomfortably red in the face.
"Well why did you tell Miss Derrick that Reuben didn't drive her down?—would not she have been likely to know."
"I didn't, sir."
"I thought not. What did you tell her?"
"She knows what I told her!"—said Phil, looking abstractedly at the corner of the couch on which Mr. Linden lay.—"I don't know as I can recollect. But that's what Reuben said, sir."
"Well tell me as near as you can recollect—" said Mr. Linden. "And also just the words you used to Reuben."
Phil took time to reflect.