"Only pretty sure?"
"I thought it was Mr. North,—it looked like Mr. North, and I thought it was him,—I thought so then and I think so now," said Montgomery desperately.
"Are you willing to swear positively that it was John North?" demanded Moxlow.
"No—" said the handy-man, "No,—I only say I thought it was John North. He looked like John North, and I thought it was John North,—I'd have said it was John North, but it all happened in a minute. I wasn't thinkin' I'd ever have to say who it was I seen on the shed!"
"But your first distinct impression was that it was John North?"
"Yes."
"You have known John North for years?"
"All his life."
"Had you seen him recently?"
"I seen him Thanksgiving day along about four o'clock crossing the Square."