Ber. I suppose, Lem, as constable of Bay Point, you would like to have the mystery cleared up?
Lem. I sartain would, and then I could go back to work at something sensible.
Ber. Well, I’ll tell you what you want to know if you’ll jest do me a little favor.
Lem. (puzzled). Why, sartain, Cap’n, always glad to do anythin’ fer you.
Ber. Well, Sammy took three pipes.
All. Sammy?
Lem. My Sammy?
Obad. Gosh all fog horns!
Ber. Mr. Pomeroy stole yours from Sammy. You wouldn’t believe the boy, he was afraid of you and he took some pipes on his own hook to make his story sound true.
Obad. Rev. Mr. Peters said he was smart and by Crismus, he is! He’s too smart fer you, Lem!