but they were
and so I hid
pocket in the
are two big
make a mark
Tuckerman read these words aloud, three times over. Then he gave a grunt. “Well, that’s that. And it’s not so very illuminating, is it?”
Ben took the parchment. “Somebody’s cut it across. See, the right hand words are close to the edge. How disgusting!”
David and Tom each handled the parchment, which was finally laid on the desk-lid, with the inkstand to keep it from curling up into its original tight roll.
David stroked his chin, pretending to be lost in thought. “Somebody took the box—to the cliff—but they were—and so somebody hid the box—in his pocket—there are two big—that make a mark. I gather from that line about the pocket that the box was pretty small.”
“It doesn’t say he hid it in his pocket,” Ben objected. “It might have been a pocket in the cliff just as well.”