“Think so? I’ll see,” and Pep probed. “I say,” he added with animation, “look here, Randy!”
Both boys viewed in amazement the object Pep had extracted from the little chamois bag. It sparkled and dazzled.
“Gold!” uttered Randy.
“And diamonds!” added Pep with zest. “It’s a necklace. It’s handsome enough to be real, but that can’t be.”
“Why not?” challenged Randy.
“Oh, it would be worth a small fortune. Who’s going to drop a thing like that in a ten-cent motion picture show?”
“We’ll ask Mr. Vincent,” suggested Randy, and Pep slipped their singular find into his pocket. They cleaned up the dust heap, set the rows of chairs in apple pie order and joined the others in the living rooms.
“I want to show you something, Mr. Vincent,” said Pep, approaching the ventriloquist, who with Jolly was dispatching supper at the table.
“Why,” exclaimed Vincent, as Pep handed him the chamois bag and he held up to the light the necklace it contained, “where in the world did you get this?”
“I should say so!” cried Jolly, his eyes fixed upon the shimmering article of jewelry.