"You are a scientist; can you tell me if that is worth anything?" he said, handing it to Little.
Little held it to the light. "It contains ninety per cent of silver."
Hardin embraced him. "Can I do anything for you, and why are you here?"
Little told his story. Hardin asked to see the rope. Then he examined it carefully.
"Ah, this was cut, not broken!"
"With a knife?" asked Little.
"No. Observe both sides are equally indented. It was done with a SCISSORS!"
"Just Heaven!" gasped Little. "Therese!"
CHAPTER XI.
Little returned to London. Passing through London one day he met a dog-fancier. "Buy a nice poodle, sir?"