"Not if ye was to hang me for refusing," declared Scammon, with sudden obstinacy.
"Yet you've told us everything else," argued the plain clothes man.
"Might jest as well tell ye everything else," retorted Tip. "Didn't these High School kids find the packages on me?"
"Then tell us who the chap was that you were talking with tonight."
"Not fer anything ye could give me," asserted Tip Scammon, with great promptness.
"Oh, well, then," returned Hemingway, with affected carelessness, "Prescott can tell us the name of the chap he grappled with in that back yard."
"Yep! Let young Prescott tell," agreed Tip with great cheerfulness. That was as far as the police could get with the prisoner. He readily admitted all that was known, and he had even gone so far as to tell how he had stolen the watch and the pin, and how he had secreted them in Dick's trunk, but beyond that the fellow would not go further.
"Did you have anything to do with placing Ripley's pin in Prescott's pocket?" questioned Hemingway.
"Nope," declared Tip, in all apparent candor.
"Know anything about that?"