The elder rose and greeted him.
"So you're out again?" The question was really a statement.
"Yes," assented Letts, sitting down on the edge of the chair, "an' I wouldn't a been if I hadn't been let out on good behavior. I made up my mind I wouldn't stay a minute longer'n I had to."
"I guess after this you won't be stealing dead bodies, will you?" asked the rich man.
"Nope, you bet I won't! I've enough of Auburn. It ain't like the Ithaca jail!... Heard anythin' of Tess Skinner?"
"Yes, she's got a boy over three years old."
Lysander nodded his head slowly, as if he'd received confirmation of a conclusion previously formed.
"Thought likely," he muttered. "Where air she livin'? I met Jake Brewer on the street an' he says she air left the shack."
"So she has, but not very far away.... Letts, I want you to do something for me. Are—or I might put it—do you still want to make up to the Skinner girl?"
Sandy's face grew dark with uncontrollable anger.