He stopped then, and studied a minute—laying for an “effect”—I knowed it perfectly well. Then he turned off like he was going to leave the platform, and says, kind of lazy and indifferent: “Well, I believe that is all.” Why, you never heard such a howl!—and it come from the whole house: “What _was_ it you seen him do? Stay where you are, you little devil! You think you are going to work a body up till his mouth’s a-watering and stop there? What _was_ it he done?” That was it, you see—he just done it to get an “effect”; you couldn’t ’a’ pulled him off of that platform with a yoke of oxen. “Oh, it wasn’t anything much,” he says. “I seen him looking a little excited when he found Uncle Silas was actually fixing to hang himself for a murder that warn’t ever done; and he got more and more nervous and worried, I a-watching him sharp but not seeming to look at him—and all of a sudden his hands begun to work and fidget, and pretty soon his left crept up and _his finger drawed a cross on his cheek_, and then I _had_ him!” Well, then they ripped and howled and stomped and clapped their hands till Tom Sawyer was that proud and happy he didn’t know what to do with himself. And then the judge he looked down over his pulpit and says: “My boy, did you _see_ all the various details of this strange conspiracy and tragedy that you’ve been describing?” “No, your honor, I didn’t see any of them.” “Didn’t see any of them! Why, you’ve told the whole history straight through, just the same as if you’d seen it with your eyes. How did you manage that?” Tom says, kind of easy and comfortable: “Oh, just noticing the evidence and piecing this and that together, your honor; just an ordinary little bit of detective work; anybody could ’a’ done it.” “Nothing of the kind! Not two in a million could ’a’ done it. You are a very remarkable boy.” Then they let go and give Tom another smashing round, and he—well, he wouldn’t ’a’ sold out for a silver mine. Then the judge says: “But are you certain you’ve got this curious history straight?” “Perfectly, your honor. Here is Brace Dunlap—let him deny his share of it if he wants to take the chance; I’ll engage to make him wish he hadn’t said anything...... Well, you see _he’s_ pretty quiet. And his brother’s pretty quiet, and them four witnesses that lied so and got paid for it, they’re pretty quiet. And as for Uncle Silas, it ain’t any use for him to put in his oar, I wouldn’t believe him under oath!” Well, sir, that fairly made them shout; and even the judge he let go and laughed. Tom he was just feeling like a rainbow. When they was done laughing he looks up at the judge and says: “Your honor, there’s a thief in this house.” “A thief?” “Yes, sir. And he’s got them twelve-thousand-dollar di’monds on him.” By gracious, but it made a stir! Everybody went shouting: “Which is him? which is him? p’int him out!” And the judge says: “Point him out, my lad. Sheriff, you will arrest him. Which one is it?” Tom says: