Gibby glanced at his lithe slimness and his muscular legs and arms and said he didn’t doubt it.
“Well, I can; so the p’lice they hired me to go down and help Murdock, so I did. Murdock can climb, too.”
This last rather grudgingly.
“Well, what about it?” asked Gibby, pretty sure the boy wanted an honorarium.
“Why this. After we put the lady in the hammock and the fellers up above hauled her up, I looked around to see what I could see, and I found this. So I brought it here to give it to Mr. Pennington, but he’s gone, they say. So, can I give it to you?”
He held out a sable neckpiece, of considerable value.
Gibby was a bit surprised that he hadn’t stolen it, but realized that a superstitious person couldn’t do that.
“Yes; I’ll take charge of it. I’m staying at Miss Duane’s house, and
