“And also close there somewhere they found a pink tie in an underground creek. It was tied to a can.”
“What’s that?” His expression suddenly had changed; his eyes had narrowed.
“Who found it?” he asked.
“The sheriff’s men.”
“By George!” He slapped his thigh. Then he turned brown eyes upon her and half rose from his chair.
“I see; I see!” he said. “Heavens above! What a mess! The holdup, eh?”
She closed her eyes and nodded slightly.
Then he rose altogether and stepped before her. A moment he stood thus, while she looked fearlessly up into his eyes.
“How does it come that you have this?” he asked with a strange, new thrill in his tones.
“I stole it,” she told him naïvely, “from my kid brother Mart, who was taking it to the sheriff.”