“You, too?” queried Sleepy. “Not always, Sleepy. I’m about the only person she ever blames.” “Tell me about this ring--the evidence against yore son,” said Hashknife. “Well,” replied Uncle Andy, “Johnny bought it from a feller in Northgate. It’s a big, silver contraption, and the settin’ is a turquoise, cut in the shape of a cross. Anybody’d remember it, if they seen it once. Awful gaudy, I thought.” “Beautiful,” added Aunt Judy. “It was a little small for Johnny, and he had to wear it on his little finger. Very he…