"So I did," replied Tobias placidly.
"Do you really think it was lost by one of the robbers?"
"Likely. Don't see how else it would have got there."
"Have you no idea who the owner is?"
The lightkeeper wrinkled up his eyes shrewdly and stared at her. He removed the pipe from his mouth.
"I don't count a wide acquaintance among burglars and such, Miss Lorny."
"But—but it might not belong to a burglar!"
"Sure enough. Who do you cal'late it might belong to?"
"Oh!" she exclaimed. "I—I—why do you ask that?" Then, her eyes searching the highway in the direction of Clinkerport, she cried: "Who is this coming, Tobias?"
He turned from her to stare at the blue motor car approaching. He still held his pipe at a reflective poise, for Lorna's evident disturbance of mind had impressed him.