"Yes, I know that, but the idea, you see, the strange bequest--oh, I greatly desire to have one or the other of those two things! Can't we find them? Where did you throw them?" "The dime I remember throwing out of the window. It must have fallen in the grass, you never could find that! The pin, I tossed on the floor, I think----" "Has the room been swept since?" "No, it has not. It should have been, but we have been so upset in the house----" "I quite understand. I have a home and family, and I know what housekeeping means. However, since the room has not been swept, may I look around a bit in it?" "It is this room, the room we are in. I sat right here, when I opened the box. I threw the dime out of that window, and I flung the pin over that way. I confess to a quick temper, and I was decidedly indignant. Let us look for the pin, and if we find it you may have it." Iris was pleasantly impressed by Mr. Pollock's manner and set him down in her mind as a ridiculous but good-natured lunatic--not really insane, of course, but a little hipped on the subject of mementoes. At her permission, her visitor fell on hands and knees, and went quickly over the floor of the whole room. Iris with difficulty restrained her laughter at the nimble figure hopping about like a frog, and peering into corners and under the furniture. She looked about also, but from the more dignified position of standing, or sitting on a chair or footstool. The search grew interesting, and at last they considered it completed. Their joint result was four pins and a needle. Mr. Pollock presented a chagrined face. "It may be any one of these," he said, ruefully looking at the four pins. "That's true," Iris agreed. "But you may have them all, if you wish." "Can't you judge which it is? See, this one is extra large." "Then that's not it. I know it was of ordinary size. I scarcely looked at it, but I know that. Nor was it this crooked one. It was straight, I'm sure. But it may easily have been either of these other two." "Suppose I take these two, then, and put them in my collection, with the surety that one or other is the identical pin." "Do so, if you like," and Iris gave him a humoring smile. "Now, do you care to hunt for the dime? If you do, there's the lawn. But I won't help you, the sun is too warm." "I think I won't hunt, or if I do, it will be only a little. I have this pin, and that is sufficient for a memento of this case. I am on my way to a house in Vermont, where I hope to get a button that figured in a sensational tragedy up there. I thank you for being so kind and I would greatly prefer to pay you for this pin. I am not a poor man." "Nonsense! I couldn't take money for a pin! You're more than welcome to it. And one of those two must be the one, for I'm sure there's no other pin on this floor." "I'm sure of that, too. I looked most carefully. Good-by, Miss Clyde, and accept the gratitude of a man who has a foolish but innocent fad."