"Has, eh?" said Sandy, dryly.
A wicked look came over his face and he slouched back into his chair. Ebenezer went to his office window and looked into the street.
"Want to earn some money, Letts?" he demanded, without turning around.
"You bet! Ye bet I do!"
Ebenezer returned to his desk and sat down again facing his visitor.
"You'll have to go about this business carefully."
"Trust me," promised the squatter.
"I am. There's a mystery about Young's house—I mean, there's some one in it beside my brother-in-law, the Skinner girl, and the boy."
"Who air it?" The question was no perfunctory expression of interest. Anything relating to Tess was vitally important.
"That's what I want you to find out. It's a man!"