“Well,” questioned his father, “what did you find there?”
“Why,” stammered the boy, “I found that marble statue; and it’s broken in two.”
“So I discovered. Who broke it?”
“Honest, father, I don’t know. We didn’t. It was perfectly all right when we left it.”
“Where did you leave it?”
“On Jim Perry’s porch.”
“When?”
“I guess it was about twelve o’clock.”
“And where did you get it?”