"You say the robbers. Then there are more than one?"
"Yes, there are two."
"Are you willing to tell me who they are, Grit?"
"That is what I came to tell you. I am sorry to say that one is my stepfather, as I am obliged to call him, Mr. Brandon."
"Mr. Brandon? I thought he was——" Here Mr. Graves paused, out of delicacy.
"He has been in prison until a few days since," said Grit, understanding what the president of the bank intended to say, "but now he is free."
"And where is he?"
"He is living at our house. Since he got back, he has given my mother and myself a great deal of trouble. Not content with living on us, he has spent what money he could get at the tavern, and because I would give him no more, he sold my boat without my knowledge."
"That was bad, Grit. To whom did he sell it?" asked Mr. Graves.