“With the same piece?”
“No, sir; with a second piece.”
“Then the first one must have been intended for you,” decided the officer shrewdly.
“I think it was, sir, but it was not a good shot. I could beat that myself.”
“Silence!”
“Yes, sir.”
“And you know who threw the pie?”
“I could guess, though I didn’t see much of anything when the pie hit me. I got a mouthful, too.”
“Who threw it?”
Sam hesitated, shifted his weight from one foot to the other, twisting about as if seeking some means of escape from his present position.