"I've lost some money, Joe," was the unexpected answer.
"Lost some money? How much?"
"Ten or twelve dollars—I can't exactly tell which. I had the bills in a tin box on the back desk and now the box is gone."
"Perhaps you put the box in some other place?"
"I've looked about every place I can think of. No, the box must have been stolen. The desk is so close to that back window anybody could have reached in and taken it."
"When did you put the box there?"
"A couple of days ago. The bills were on the old Lumberville Bank and had your Grandfather Anderson's signature on them, and I was going to show them to your mother."
"Was there anything else in the box?"
"Yes, an old society pin I used to wear years ago. That's gone, too."
"When did you see the box last?"