"Quite sure. He has probably been in hiding, for some reason. But you mustn't tell a soul about this, Ingua; especially your grandfather. It is part of the secret between us, and that's the reason I have told you."
Ingua still stared as if bewildered.
"Who was the girl?" she whispered.
"I can't tell you her name, but you may depend upon the truth of her statement, just the same."
"And she's sure it were Ned Joselyn she saw?"
"Isn't he tall and thin, with a light moustache and curly hair, and doesn't he wear a glass in one eye?"
"With a string to it; yes! That's him, sure enough. Where'd she see him?"
"Don't ask me questions. It's a part of the girl's secret, you know. She let me tell you this much, so that you wouldn't worry any longer over the horror of that winter night when your grandfather went to the Kenton house and Joselyn disappeared. I think, Ingua, that the man is crooked, and mixed up with a lot of scoundrels who ought to be in jail."
Ingua nodded her head.
"Gran'dad told him he was crooked," she affirmed. "I don't say as Gran'dad is a saint, Josie, but he ain't crooked, like Ned—ye kin bank on that—'cause he's a Cragg, an' the Craggs is square-toes even when they're chill'ins."