“I threw it down.”
“I thought I shouldn’t want it when Tib was gone.”
“And where did you throw it? Perhaps it may be found again.”
“I won’t go and look for it—indeed I won’t.” He shivered and clung to his sister.
“Where was it? Perhaps I can find it.”
“I dropped it at the top—on the down when I came up the steps from—from that man, when he had killed Tib.”
“You did not throw it over the cliff?”
“No—I threw it down. I did not think I wanted it any more.”
“I dare say it may be found. I will go and see.”