The woman started and grew pale as death.
Her brother thought she was on the point of fainting again.
"Don't worry," he cried, quickly. "It may never be fetched home to Andy."
"Do you believe he is guilty?"
"Don't you?"
He sought to evade the question.
"I—I cannot say. I have thought—"
"That I had a hand in it, eh?"
The eyes of the tramp regarded his sister's face fixedly.
But Mrs. Barkswell refused to make reply. She shuddered and drew her shawl about her as though experiencing a sudden chill.