“You can’t, because there isn’t any,” she asserted.
“Of course I see your game,” the man said; “you’re just trying to protect your sister. That’s natural enough, but it will go easier with both of you if you’ll tell the truth.”
The two girls answered him never a word. Amy was too frightened and Ethel, her tactics unavailing, found her best defense in silence.
“So you won’t answer?” Taylor said after a pause. “Well, of course the stuff is pawned some place. That’s what they all do. So far, Bronson has only searched the pawn-shops in New York. He didn’t give you credit for pawning them outside the city, but I do. Now we’ll see where your sister did go.” He went to the telephone again. “Hello, Bill,” he said when he had secured the number, “Go over to Bronson at the New York and get a description of the jewels reported stolen from a Miss Ethel Cartwright. Have all the pawn-shops searched in Trenton,”—he fastened his harsh look on Amy Cartwright as he called out the names,—“Boston, Washington, Providence, Baltimore, Albany, Philadelphia—”
HE TURNED TO AMY. “YOUNG WOMAN, YOU’RE UNDER ARREST.”
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As he called out the last city the girl gave a gasp of terror, and triumph instantly lighted up her inquisitor’s grim face.
“So you pawned them in Philadelphia?” he cried.
“No, no!” she moaned.
“I did it,” Ethel Cartwright exclaimed.