He kept going back to one plan: not a plan exactly, but the idea upon
which the right plan might be based. If only he could adroitly, with
his hand remaining unseen, place Maggie in a situation where
circumstances would appeal conqueringly to her best self, to her
latent sense of honor--that was the idea! But cudgel his brain as he
would, Larry could not just then develop a working plan whose
foundation was that idea.
But even if Larry had had a brilliant plan it would hardly have been
possible for him to have devoted himself to its execution, for two
days after his visit to Maggie at the Grantham, the Sherwoods moved
out to their summer place some forty miles from the city on the North
Shore of Long Island; and Larry was so occupied with routine duties
pertaining to this migration that at the moment he had time for little
else. Cedar Crest was individual yet typical of the better class of
Long Island summer residences. It was a long white building of many
piazzas and many wings, set on a bluff looking over the Sound, with a
broad stretch of silken lawn, and about it gardens in their June
glory, and behind the house a couple of hundred acres of scrub pine.
On the following day, according to a plan that had been worked out
between Larry and Miss Sherwood, Joe Ellison appeared at Cedar Crest
and was given the assistant gardener's cottage which stood apart on
the bluff some three hundred yards east of the house.
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