Half-an-hour afterward I was following the same direction myself at the heels of Mr.Jay.
The two confederates were punctual to the appointed time.

I blush to record it, but it is nevertheless necessary to state that the third rogue--the nameless desperado of my report, or, if you prefer it, the mysterious "somebody else" of the conversation between the two brothers--is--a woman! and, what is worse, a young woman! and, what is more lamentable still, a nice-looking woman! I have long resisted a growing conviction that, wherever there is mischief in this world, an individual of the fair sex is inevitably certain to be mixed up in it.
After the experience of this morning, I can struggle against that sad conclusion no longer.

I give up the sex--excepting Mrs.Yatman, I give up the sex.
The man named "Jack" offered the woman his arm.

Mr.Jay placed himself on the other side of her.

The three then walked away slowly among the trees.