“And is that the handkerchief which disappeared in your rooms, at your second dinner?”
Peter nodded his head.
“And both times you helped me hunt for them?”
Peter nodded his head. He at last knew how prisoners felt when he was cross-examining them.
“I knew you had them all the time,” said Leonore laughing. “It was dreadfully funny to see you pretend to hunt, when the guilty look on your own face was enough to show you had them. That’s why I was so determined to find them.”
Peter knew how prisoners felt when the jury says, “Not guilty.”
“But how did the holes come in them?” said Leonore. “Do you have mice in your room?” Leonore suddenly looked as worried as had Peter the moment before.
Peter put his hand in the sachet, and produced a bent coin. “Look at that,” he said.
“Why, it’s my luck-piece!” exclaimed Leonore. “And you’ve spoiled that too. What a careless boy!”
“No,” said Peter. “They are not spoiled to me. Do you know what cut these holes and bent this coin?”