"Keep it!" I shouted back. "You found it."
Another interval, and then more knocking.
"Open up," he said coaxingly. "I—I want to talk to you."
I relented, and let him in. He pressed the coin into my hand. I refused; he pleaded.
"You found it," I said, "it's yours."
"But—but you were looking for it."
"That makes no difference," I declared magnanimously.
Curiosity overcame him.
"Say, Hughie, if you didn't drop it, who on earth did?"
"Nobody on earth," I replied cryptically….