“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“Well, he has been requiring you to fight the Italian, and you have refused.  You degenerate remnant of an honorable line!  I’m thoroughly ashamed of you, Tom!”

“Oh, that’s nothing!  I don’t care for anything, now that the will’s torn up again.”

“Tom, tell me squarely—­didn’t he find any fault with you for anything but those two things—­carrying the case into court and refusing to fight?”

He watched the young fellow’s face narrowly, but it was entirely reposeful, and so also was the voice that answered: 

“No, he didn’t find any other fault with me.  If he had had any to find, he would have begun yesterday, for he was just in the humor for it.  He drove that jack-pair around town and showed them the sights, and when he came home he couldn’t find his father’s old silver watch that don’t keep time and he thinks so much of, and couldn’t remember what he did with it three or four days ago when he saw it last, and when I suggested that it probably wasn’t lost but stolen, it put him in a regular passion, and he said I was a fool—­which convinced me, without any trouble, that that was just what he was afraid had happened, himself, but did not want to believe it, because lost things stand a better chance of being found again than stolen ones.”

“Whe-ew!” whistled Wilson.  “Score another one the list.”

“Another what?”

“Another theft!”

“Theft?”

“Yes, theft.  That watch isn’t lost, it’s stolen.  There’s been another raid on the town—­and just the same old mysterious sort of thing that has happened once before, as you remember.”

“You don’t mean it!”

“It’s as sure as you are born!  Have you missed anything yourself?”

“No.  That is, I did miss a silver pencil case that Aunt Mary Pratt gave me last birthday—­”

“You’ll find it stolen—­that’s what you’ll find.”

“No, I sha’n’t; for when I suggested theft about the watch and got such a rap, I went and examined my room, and the pencil case was missing, but it was only mislaid, and I found it again.”

“You are sure you missed nothing else?”

“Well, nothing of consequence.  I missed a small plain gold ring worth two or three dollars, but that will turn up.  I’ll look again.”

“In my opinion you’ll not find it.  There’s been a raid, I tell you.  Come in!”

Mr. Justice Robinson entered, followed by Buckstone and the town constable, Jim Blake.  They sat down, and after some wandering and aimless weather-conversation Wilson said: 

“By the way, We’ve just added another to the list of thefts, maybe two.  Judge Driscoll’s old silver watch is gone, and Tom here has missed a gold ring.”