"Don't mind me," he said. "Look wherever you see fit."
Loammi lifted the pillow, then the bedclothes, peered behind the table, and under the bed.
"Of course, I haven't the slightest idea of finding it here, Scott," he said, "but it is just as well to look thoroughly."
"You can't please me better."
With a nonchalant air Loammi went to the shelf, and raised the cover of a small tin box.
"What is this?" he asked, drawing from it the pocketbook.
"That is my pocketbook," said Mrs. Little, quickly. "Oh, Scott, how could you have taken it?"
"I wouldn't have believed it," said Loammi, trying to look surprised.
"Let me see that pocketbook," said Scott, quickly.
It was placed in his hand.