“Can’t you find it?”
“Maybe.”
“When did you use it last?”
“Don’t know.”
“Well, where did you see it last?”
“At the second-hand bookstore.”
Dick stared. “Did some one steal it, or did you lose it?”
“Neither,” replied the laconic Tompkins.
“Then you must have sold it.”
“Yes, I suppose I must have sold it,” sighed Tompkins. “Any more questions?” he asked after an interval, as Melvin gazed and wondered. “I really ought to do this reading, you know. I rather flunked on it yesterday, and I don’t like to repeat the performance to-day.”