"Something has happened, Lucy?" he exclaimed.
"Philip thinks he has made a discovery," she answered, "and I come to you as his messenger." She then repeated Philip's words.
"Is that all?" Elwood asked, scanning her face anxiously. "You do not seem quite like your real self, Lucy."
She sat down upon the bank. "I am out of breath," she said; "I must have walked faster than I thought."
"Wait a minute!" said he. He ran up the track, to where a little side-glen crossed it, sprang down among the bushes, and presently reappeared with a tin cup full of cold, pure spring water.
The draught seemed to revive her at once. "It is not all, Elwood," she said. "Joseph is not the only one, now, who is implicated by the same circumstances."
"Who else?—not Philip Held!"
"No," she answered, very quietly, "it is a woman. Her name is Lucy Henderson."
Before Elwood could speak, she told him all that she had heard from Philip. He could scarcely bring his mind to accept its truth.
"Oh, the—" he began; "but, no! I will keep the words to myself. There is something deeper in this than any of us has yet looked for! Depend upon it, Lucy, she had a plan in getting you there!"
Lucy was silent. "She fancied she knew Julia's plan already.
"Did she mean to poison Joseph herself, and throw the suspicion on you? And now by her own death, after all, she accomplishes her chief end! It is a hellish tangle, whichever way I look; but they say that the truth will sooner or later put down any amount of lies, and so it must be, here.
