Isabel turned to Moody with disappointment plainly expressed in her face and manner.
“Is that all he has to say?” she asked. “You told me he could help us. You led me to suppose he could find the guilty person.”
Sharon heard her. “I could name the guilty person,” he answered, “as easily, miss, as I could name you.”
“Why don’t you do it then?” Isabel inquired, not very patiently
“Because the time’s not ripe for it yet, miss — that’s one reason. Because, if I mentioned the thief’s name, as things are now, you, Miss Isabel, would think me mad; and you would tell Mr. Moody I had cheated him out of his money — that’s another reason. The matter’s in train, if you will only wait a little longer.”
“So you say,” Isabel rejoined. “If you really could name the thief, I believe you would do it now.”
She turned away with a frown on her pretty face. Old Sharon followed her. Even his coarse sensibilities appeared to feel the irresistible ascendancy of beauty and youth.
“I say!” he began, “we must part friends, you know — or I shall break my heart over it. They have got milk at the farmhouse. Do you think they have got pen, ink, and paper too?”
Isabel answered, without turning to look at him, “Of course they have!”
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Old Sharon laid his dirty claws on her shoulder and forced her to face him as the best means of shaking them off.
“Come along!” he said. “I am going to pacify you with some information in writing.”