"Those which form the case of the medal."
"These?"
"Yes."
"What about them?"
"They're the plates of Dorothy's Circus. I used to juggle with them."
He looked utterly flabbergasted.
"What's this rot you're talking?"
"It is rot, isn't it? Saint-Quentin and I soldered them together; I engraved the motto on them with a knife; and last night we threw them into the pool."
"But you're mad. I don't understand. With what object did you do it?"
"Since poor old Juliet Assire babbled some admissions about the river when you tortured her, I was pretty sure you'd fall into the trap."