The courtroom gasped. Mr. Hopple turned purple. “That’s a lie! I never been married!”
Mr. Hopple’s shoulders fell. “Yes,” he whispered. “But it’s not jewelry. It’s the town’s original charter. I found it when digging post holes. I was going to return it… eventually.” lomp court case
“Then the shadow doesn’t exist,” Mr. Hopple’s lawyer—a bulldog of a woman named Mrs. Vex—said sharply. “Case closed.” The courtroom gasped