"What is it?" asked Ralston.
"It's my watch-chain and my charm, that I was robbed of; that's what it is." He shook it in his excitement until the links rattled. "Is that evidence or isn't it? Does that prove anything or doesn't it?"
"Is that chain yours?" asked Underwood gravely.
"Of course it's mine. My initials are on the charm and the date it was presented to me. I guess there isn't any one going to claim that chain but me."
He took it to Ralston and Hadley, talking excitedly. Underwood sat silent, with his head a little bent and his eyes on the floor. He looked as though a weight had fallen upon him. Burton tried to catch Leslie's eye for a reassuring glance, but she was anxiously watching her father and was regardless of everything else.
"It looks bad--bad," muttered Hadley, handing the chain back to Selby.
Henry had been glowering at Selby in somber silence, and now he startled every one by speaking out with a slow emphasis that stung.
"I've heard it said that those who hide can find," he said.
Selby whirled upon him. "Meaning me?"
Henry lifted his shoulders in an exasperating shrug. "You went pretty straight to the right brick."