"Well, to tell you the truth," said Jack with a smile and a blush, "I loaned it to a girl I met at a dance. She took quite a fancy to it."
"Then you didn't drop it at the hay stacks?"
"No, indeed! Was that why you made believe you couldn't find yours?" asked Tom.
"Sure it was. I thought———"
"You old Damon and Pythias!" cried Tom, obviously much pleased. "But it was a useless sacrifice."
"Then whose pin was it that Appleby found?" asked Bert.
"Give it up," spoke Tom.
"But then there's that sweater business," went on Jack, after a pause.
"If you'd only explain that," put in Bert. Tom shook his head.
"I can't—not yet," he said. "But go on. What other evidence have you that Sam is guilty?"