"I'm sure he hasn't."
The other drew a deep breath.
"It wouldn't help me any if he had," he said.
He looked up into the deep sky, that was gathering the dusk, and still alive with the song of larks. "I wouldn't like to see 'em in a cage," he said quietly. "It wasn't meant. Never!"
Next Saturday, when Mr. Silver came down, she told him of the incident.
"You didn't say anything to the police, did you?" she asked anxiously.
"No," he said. "I meant to, but I forgot."
She repeated Joses's remark about the cage.
"He's been in the cage," she said quietly.