Boss, we got to fix it this way: I seen a man come over the roof and drop into the alley; I swore it was John North, but I never meant to swear to that; the most I promised Andy was that I'd say I thought it _looked_ like John North, but them infernal lawyers got after me, and the first thing I knowed I'd said it _was_ John North!" "Your story is absurd!" exclaimed the judge, with a show of anger.
The handy-man raised his right hand dramatically.
"It's God A'mighty's everlastin' truth!" he swore.
"Understand, I have made you no promises," said the judge, disregarding him.
"You're goin' back on me!" cried Montgomery.

"Then you look out.

I'm a man as can do harm if I have a mind to; don't you give me the mind, boss!" "I shall lay this matter before Mr.Moxlow in the morning," replied the judge quietly and with apparent indifference, but covertly he was watching the effect of his words on Montgomery.
"And then they'll be after me!" cried the handy-man.
"Very likely," said the judge placidly.
Montgomery glanced about as though he half expected to see Gilmore rise up out of some shadowy corner.
"Boss, do you want to know who it was I seen come over old man McBride's shed?
Do you want to know why Andy and Marsh are so set agin my goin' home to my old woman?
Why they give me money?
It's a pity I ain't a smarter man! I'd own 'em, both body and soul!" "Man, you are mad!" cried the judge.
But this man who was usually austere and always unafraid, was feeling a strange terror of the debased and slouching figure before him.
"Do you reckon you're man enough to hear what I got in me to tell ?" asked Montgomery, again raising his right hand high above his head as if he called on Heaven to witness the truth of what he said.

"Why won't they let me go home to my old woman, boss?
Why do they keep me at Andy Gilmore's--why do they give me money?
Because what I'm tellin' you is all a lie, I suppose! Just because they like old Joe Montgomery and want him 'round! I don't think!" He threw back his head and laughed with rough sarcasm.

"You're a smarter man than me, boss; figure it out; give a reason for it!" But the judge, white-faced and shaken to his very soul, was silent; yet he guessed no part of the terrible truth Montgomery supposed he had made plain to him.