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.