"Here," and Sam pushed his hand down in the big chair, in the very spot where Iris had concealed it.
"Good boy! How'd you get in this room?"
"Through window in other room—walked in here!" He spoke with pride in his achievement. But at Stone's next question, a look of deep cunning came into his eyes, and he shook his head. For the detective said, "Where is the pin now, Sam?"
The lack-luster eyes gleamed with an uncanny wisdom, and the stupid face showed a stubborn denial, as he said, "I donno, I donno, I donno."
And then he broke forth again into the droning song:
"It is a sin to steal a pin,
As well as any greater thing!"
This couplet he repeated, in his peculiarly insistent way, until they were all nearly frantic.
"Stop that!" ordered Lucille. "Put him out of the room, somebody. Hush up, Sam!"
"Wait a minute," said Stone, "listen, Sam, what will you take to show me where the pin is?"
"Dollars, dollars—a lot of dollars!"