But the other tarried, thoughtfully puffing his pipe.
"And the father was not dead?"
"'Twas only the living death," said the old man, now lighting a lantern. "You know that grave in a poem of Sidney Trove:
'It has neither sod nor stone;
It has neither dust nor bone.'
He planned to be as one dead to the world."
"And the other man of mystery—who was he?"
"Some child of misfortune. He was befriended by the tinker and did errands for him."
"He took the money to Trove that night the latter slept in the woods?"
"And, for Darrel, returned to Thompson his own with usury.
Thompson was the chief creditor."
"With usury?"