“I suppose it is.”
“I thought you wanted to pawn that pin?”
“So I do; but I shall take it elsewhere now.”
And without waiting to be questioned further, Oliver hurried from the place.
About a block down the street he came to a similar establishment—indeed, the neighborhood was full of them. The proprietor took the pin and examined it closely.
“What did you give for this pin?” he asked cautiously.
“I did not buy it. My father gave it to me.”
“How much do you want on it?”
Oliver hesitated. He knew he had better place the figure high.
“Seventy-five dollars.”