He looked at his watch. "I have just time to catch the evening train," he said, hurriedly, "but I should like to send a message to Elwood Withers. If you pass through that wood on the right, you will see the track just below you. It is not more than half a mile from here; and you are almost sure to find him at or near the unfinished tunnel. Tell him to see Rachel Miller, and if anything further has been found, to inform my sister Madeline at once. That is all. I make no apology for imposing the service on you: good-by, and keep up your faith, Lucy!" He pressed her hand, sprang into the saddle, and cantered briskly away. Lucy, infected by his haste, crossed the field, struggled through the under-growth of the wild belt of wood, and descended to the railway track, without giving herself time to think. She met a workman near the mouth of the tunnel, and not daring to venture in, sent by him a summons to Elwood. It was not many minutes before he appeared. "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 hank. "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. We must get at the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth! Do you not say so, Lucy?" "Yes!" she answered firmly, looking him in the face.