"That's all."
Molly was puzzled.
"Why did you look like that when you came out?"
"Like what?"
"So guilty."
"Guilty! What are you talking about?"
Molly suddenly saw light.
"Spennie," she said, "what were you putting in your pocket as you came out?"
"Putting in my pocket!" said Spennie, rallying with the desperation of one fighting a lost cause. "What do you mean?"
"You were putting something."