"I don't understand," Mina says, looking at Jakin. "What was the coin?" he asks. "It was about this big," she says, holding up her hand with thumb and forefinger curved around but not touching. "It was silver, and had swirls on it. Not a normal coin." "Sounds like one of the High One coins," Jakin says, frowning thoughtfully. Then he perks up. "Oh, do you think it was stolen from a museum?" "Jakin," Mina says slowly, "there's something I didn't tell you."