The lining is slashed with a knife."
"Jacky, are you sure?" almost groaned the clown. "Why--why, there
ain't nobody 'ere as would steal a pin. No, sir, not one of--"
"I know that, Joey," said David. He was very white and his eyes were
heavy with pain. "I know who stole it."
Grinaldi looked up sharply. Something darted into his mind like a
flash of lightning.
"You--you don't mean--"
"I won't say the name. And you mustn't say it either, Joey. But I am
as sure of it as I am sure my heart beats. Casey said he--the man came
in here for half an hour--I can't believe he is a thief! Joey, _they_
must never know. We must not mention this thing to any one. I don't
mind the money. It is nothing--"
Joey wiped the perspiration from his forehead.
"Right-o! Not a blooming word. I see your meaning. By Gripes, he's
sinking pretty low. But," hopefully," mebby he didn't do it."
"I hope he didn't, but--" The boy shuddered. "Joey, I passed him as I
came from the ring awhile ago. He was leaning against a quarter pole.
The look he gave me was so queer, so ferocious, that I turned away; I
couldn't understand it.
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