The girl nodded, with a quick glance toward the house.
“It is my grandfather’s home,” she informed.
“Does your father live here, too?”
“No. My parents are both dead.”
“Maybe,” said Scoop, “it was your white-haired grandfather that we just helped across the canal.”
“It couldn’t have been him. For he has been working in his flower garden all morning. I just left him there.”
“We put two men across the canal,” Scoop informed, “and they went into your house.”
The girl looked at him, puzzled.
“Two men?” she repeated.
“Yes,” Red spoke up, giving the girl a spiteful look, “and they were a couple of bums.”