"That will do for the present. Mr. Henderson, will you kindly testify as to the result of your search?"
Mr. Henderson's testimony was brief and pointed. He had visited 84 Salem street, stating that he came from Mr. Rabofsky and desired to see a colored meerschaum pipe. The lady had shown him his own pipe. He had priced it. Twenty-five dollars. She had procured it, she said——
"One moment," interrupted Shagarach. "Will you kindly remain awhile, Mr. Henderson? Mr. Rabofsky again."
Rabofsky returned.
"You have heard Mr. Henderson's testimony?"
"I have heard it. If you had sense enough to ask me, I could have told you that without sending him off on a wild-goose chase."
Shagarach knew that Rabofsky was excited, because his accent came out so strongly.
"Go on," he said, giving him the rope to hang himself by.
"I know nothing about this case. That pipe I took from a woman who wanted money. I lent her $25 and she never came back. All I ask is what I paid for it, no more, no less, and so I wash my hands of all of you."
"Not yet," said Shagarach. "You are required by law to record the names of persons who pawn articles. If we should send an officer down to your shop would he find the woman's name in your book?"