“And—and what did he say?”
“Looked guilty,” chuckled the old man.
North was silent for a few moments, sitting with one hand across his eyes, trying to think out what he should do.
“Moredock,” he said, sharply turning on the old man; “why did you show me that to-night?”
The sexton gazed at him fixedly.
“Tell me—the truth.”
“Well, doctor, it didn’t do for young Squire Tom to be dessicating my church.”
“You had some other reason.”
“Well, it warn’t safe for us. He might ha’ foun’ us out.”
“Yes, exactly; but you would have warned me instead of taking me there. Why did you do that?”