After she had disappeared on her walk back to Haskell, Westcott lit his pipe and resumed his seat on the big rock again, to think it all out in detail, and decide on a course of action.

He was surprised how swiftly and surely the facts of the case as already understood marshalled themselves into line in support of the theory he had advanced.

The careful review of all Miss Donovan had told him only served to increase his confidence that his old partner still lived.

No other conception seemed possible, or would account for the presence of Ned Beaton in Haskell, or the hurried call for Miss La Rue.

Yet it was equally evident this was not caused by any miscarriage of their original plans.