"Don't ye know that's one of the rarest issues of ten dollar coins in existence? Somethin' happened to the die: they only issued a few," Massey stammered. "Where'd you git it, Hopewell?"
"Why—why—Is it valuable?" asked Hopewell. "A rare coin, you say?"
"Rare!" shouted Massey. "Yes, I tell ye! It's rare. There ain't but a few in existence. Mr. Hobart told me when he brought them coins over here that night. And he pointed one of them out to me in that collection. Where did you get this one, Hopewell—where'd you get it, I say?"
And on completing the demand he turned sharply and stared with his blinking, red eyes directly at Nelson Haley.
CHAPTER XX
SUSPICIONS
"Why—why—why——" stammered Hopewell Drugg, and could say no more.
The others had noted Massey's accusing glance at the schoolmaster; but not even Walky Dexter commented upon it at the moment.
"Come, Hopewell!" exclaimed the druggist; "where did you get it?"
"Where—where did I get the gold piece?" repeated the storekeeper, weakly.