"How come you guessed that ?" "I dunno.

I just sort of scented what was coming." "Well, anyways, that's what she done.

And pretty soon she sent me a snapshot of herself.

Well--" "Lemme see it," said Ronicky Doone calmly.
"I dunno just where it is, maybe," replied Bill Gregg.
"Ill tell you.

It's right around your neck, in that nugget locket you wear there." For a moment Bill Gregg hated the other with his eyes, and then he submitted with a sheepish grin, took off the locket, which was made of one big nugget rudely beaten into shape, and opened it for the benefit of Ronicky Doone.