Excitedly he resumed his search. He took the clothing from the drawer and threw it to one side. Nothing remained in the drawer.
"I guess it must have been a pin," Robinson said, disappointed.
But Rawlins took up each article of clothing and examined it minutely.
His face brightened.
"Here's something stiff. By gad, I believe I've got it!"
Concealed in a woollen sack, with the slender shaft thrust through and through the folds, was a peculiarly long, stout, and sharp hat pin. Rawlins drew it out. He held it up triumphantly.
"Now maybe we're not getting somewheres! That's the boy that did the trick in both cases, and it's what scratched Mr. Paredes. Maybe you noticed how quickly she came upstairs to hide this when she got in."
"Good work, Rawlins," Robinson said.
He glanced at Bobby and Graham.
"Have either of you seen this deadly thing before?"
Bobby wouldn't answer, but after a moment's hesitation Graham spoke: