"Was it a face you knew?"

Montgomery looked at Gilmore, whose fierce insistent glance was bent
compellingly on him. The recollection of the gambler's threats and
promises flashed through his mind.

"Was it a face you knew?" repeated Moxlow.

The handy-man gave him a sudden glare.

"Yes," he said in a throaty whisper.

"How could you tell in the dark?"

[Illustration: "Then I seen a man's derby hat come over the edge of the
shed."]

"It wasn't so terrible dark, with the snow on the ground. And I was
so close to him I could have put an apple in his pocket," Joe explained.

"Who was the man?" asked Moxlow.

"I thought he looked like John North," said Montgomery.

There was the silence of death in the room.

"You thought it was John North?" began Moxlow.

"Yes."