The search resulted in the finding of about ten dollars, a knife, and three queer-looking implements that Hemingway instantly declared to be pick-locks.
"You used these tools, and slipped the lock, did you?" asked Hemingway.
"Didn't have to," grinned Tip.
"Took an impression of the lock, then, and made a key, did you?"
"Right-o," drawled Tip.
"I'll look into your lodgings," muttered Hemingway. "Probably I'll find you've got a good outfit for that kind of work. I remember you used to work for a locksmith."
Tip, however, was not scared. He knew that there was nothing at his lodgings to betray him.
"Then you used these picklocks to open Prescott's locked trunk with?" was Hemingway's next question.
"'Fraid I did," leered Tip.
"What time of the day did you get into the Prescott flat?"