t's that poultry-carver right enough," repeated Guy—"the one the mater said was lost."
His sister and Brian all crowded round to have a nearer view of the object in question.
"So it is!" cried Elsie. "How on earth could it have got into the pond?"
"I suppose some one threw it in," answered her brother. "It couldn't have walked or flown there of its own accord."
"But why should any one throw a knife into the pond? Who could have done such a silly thing?"
"Oh, ask me something easier," laughed Guy. "All I know is, 'twasn't my doing."
"Let's have a look," said Brian, holding out his hand. "The point's broken, and the little plated knob from the end has gone."
He took the knife and examined it more closely.
"Hullo!" he exclaimed. "Look at the blade. That's queer."