His small boyish face was still at the pane, when Lysander looked up.
Andy saw the upturned glance and flung himself back out of sight. Had Letts seen him? Impelled to look out again, he drew a long breath of relief. Tess and the child were slowly coming, hand in hand, toward the house, and the man they feared was making his way through the orchard.
"I saw Sandy," was the dwarf's greeting. "What was he a botherin' you about, honey?"
"I thought he was going to kill Boy. But suddenly he said good-bye and went away. Were you at the window, Andy?"
"For just a minute, kid. I don't think he saw me. I heard Boy cry, an'
that's why I went."
A frightened feeling took possession of the girl.
"I hope he didn't see you. Did he, Andy?"
"Sure not. I was watching him all the time. I dodged back before he looked up."
Tess considered the little man a minute.
"If you saw him look up," she argued, "maybe he saw you looking down.
Oh, I hope he didn't, but I'm afraid he did," and she sighed.
Sandy Letts had recognized the dwarf. The shock of the discovery sobered him. He couldn't bother with Tess and her brat any longer. He had business in Ithaca! Waldstricker's five thousand dollars, so long sought and so eagerly desired, summoned him. All the way to town, he built castles in Spain with the money. Through every dream, like a thread of hate, ran the purpose to get Tess, and when he had the girl, to torture her through her child.
When he arrived at Waldstricker's office, he found the elder absent. An evil leer on his face, he swaggered up and down the street, his hands thrust deep into his pockets.
He had made the great discovery of his life. He had lined his pockets with gold, and more than that, he had made a lifelong friend of one of the powerful men in Ithaca.
He saw Waldstricker when he turned the corner from State and made his way down Tioga. The squatter turned into the large building, slunk in an alcove, and waited. He heard the heavy tread of the elder on the stairs, heard him pass and go higher up. A few minutes later, he followed.
When he opened the door, Waldstricker greeted him.
"Back again?"
"Yep," chuckled Letts.
"With news, I hope," stated the other.
"Sure," replied Sandy.
"Then tell me," answered Waldstricker, peremptorily. "I'm busy today."
"Did ye ever hear anything of Bishop?" asked the squatter.
"No, I never did."
"Want to?"
"Yes."
"Air that reward up, yet?"
"Certainly. But why all this talk? If you know anything speak out!"
Sandy walked very near the rich man, lowered his voice, and said,
"I found 'im, mister."
Ebenezer's nose was offended by the rank odor of liquor Sandy exuded.
"You're not telling me the truth," he asserted. "You've been drinking.
You're drunk now."
"Yep, I air drunk some, but I air tellin' ye what's so," insisted Letts.
"Andy Bishop air the man ye saw t'other day."
"In my brother-in-law's house!" gasped Waldstricker, beginning to comprehend all that Sandy's discovery meant.
"Yep, that air it," replied Sandy.
"My God, oh, I thank thee!" ejaculated the elder, falling into his chair.
"How long he air been there, I don't know," continued Sandy.
"And that doesn't matter.... Now, then, to get him back to Auburn. I want it fixed to hustle him there quick, so Young can't put a stay on the proceedings."
Breathing hard, he took out his watch.
"It's half past four. Do those people have the least idea you saw Bishop?"
"Nope, but I saw 'im all right," said Letts, an expression of satisfied malice animating his ugly white face. "Maybe we can't make it hot for that dum lawyer who air got my girl, now."
Towering over Waldstricker's desire to lock up his father's murderer, was the wish to get even with Deforrest Young and Tessibel Skinner. If they'd had the dwarf all this time, they were all in his power. Now, he would wring their hearts! He'd show them no mercy.
"We'll even up some old scores, eh, Sandy?" he agreed.... "You get sober and be here tomorrow morning at nine o'clock, sober--cold sober, understand?"
"Sure, Mr. Waldstricker, sure, I get ye. I ain't tight now, not real soused."
Moving to the door, he stopped. "But I air not goin' to swig any more booze till we gets Andy Bishop an' I finger that reward."
More intoxicated by his dreams of affluence than by the liquor he'd had, the pale-faced graduate of Auburn swung out of the room and clattered down the stairs.
After Waldstricker'd written and despatched a letter and a telegram, he closed the office and went home.
Helen met him smilingly.
"Elsie's asleep," she announced, taking his hat.