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"I kept my eyes on him during the entire examination, and I could easily see that he was not conducting himself as usual. He used up a great deal of paper and was evidently nervous.
"At length I took a position back of his desk, where I could watch what he was doing without being observed. Presently I saw him work out the last problem on the examination paper, and work it out correctly, too.
"Then, as he crumpled up the paper on which he had been figuring, I caught a glimpse of the other side of it. I pounced upon his hand and discovered that he had been figuring upon the back of one of the missing question sheets."
The professor's voice had a triumphant ring when he came to the end of his little speech. There was evidently no doubt in his mind that what he had discovered would be sufficient proof to the dean of Frank's crookedness.
The dean pursed up his lips and looked absently up at the ceiling for a moment, and then turned to Frank.
"If I understand the professor correctly," he said, slowly, "you had two of the question papers on your desk instead of one?"
"Yes, sir," Frank responded.
"How did the second one get there, Merriwell?"
"I don't know, sir."
Prof. Babbitt snorted contemptuously.
Frank flushed and glanced at him angrily, but held his tongue.
"Didn't the professor make any inquiries when he discovered that two papers were missing?" asked the dean.
"Yes, I did----"
"Let Merriwell answer, please."
"He did," said Frank, "and I examined my desk, as I thought, thoroughly, to see if an extra paper had been placed there by mistake. I found none and went to work without any further thought on the matter. I worked out the problem on the back of the question paper without knowing what it was until the professor pounced on me."
"And is that all you can say about it?"
"Everything, sir."
The dean turned to Prof. Babbitt and said:
"I can't deny that the discovery of a paper under such circ.u.mstances is very suggestive, but I take it for granted that you have some explanation of your own to offer as to how Merriwell got possession of it?"
"Indeed I have, and that is just why I brought Mr. Harding here,"
replied Babbitt. "Tell the dean what you saw, Mr. Harding."
"I suppose," said Harding, "that it was simply some harmless prank of students at first, for we who live in New Haven are quite accustomed to such things, don't you know."
"I don't think I do," replied the dean, sharply, "for I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about."
"Come right to the point, Mr. Harding!" added Babbitt.
"Well, sir, I live in the house next to the one occupied by Prof.
Babbitt and some of the students.
"One day I was astonished, as I happened to be looking out of my window, to see a young man climb out of the big chimney at the top of Prof.
Babbitt's house.
"He went around on the roof for a moment, looking for some way to get down, and at last caught the limb of a tree which bent under his weight until he could drop safely to the ground.
"Then he hurried away through an alley that led to another street. There was no doubt that he was trying to escape observation."
"Had you ever seen this student before?" asked the dean.
"Many times, though I never knew his name until now----"
"I was the student," interrupted Frank, quietly.
"The impudence of that confession," exclaimed Prof. Babbitt, hotly, "is enough to drive a man crazy! The great chimney in that house, dean, hasn't been used for many years, and the fireplaces have been boarded up, but an athlete like Merriwell could go up and down easily and you can see how he could effect an entrance by going into the fireplace of the room under mine, which is occupied by one of his friends, and so climbing up through the chimney to my room----"
"May I ask a question?" interposed Frank.
"Certainly," responded the dean.
"Mr. Harding," said Frank, "what day was it when you saw me climb out of the chimney on the roof?"
Harding was silent a moment, and then said:
"I hadn't given the matter any thought until a few moments ago, when Prof. Babbitt met me and remarked that he was in great trouble because a student had somehow entered his room and stolen a paper.
"I then told him what I had seen and he asked me to come here and tell the same thing to you. I think that this thing occurred on Tuesday."
"Are you quite sure?" asked Frank.
Mr. Harding took some envelopes from his pocket and looked them over.
"Yes," he said, "I had an important letter come a few minutes after that, and I see by the postmark here that it was delivered on Tuesday. I am certain that it was Tuesday."
"I only wish to say," said Frank, turning to the dean, "that it was on Tuesday that Prof. Babbitt took his question paper to the printer. The printed examination papers could not have been delivered before Wednesday at the earliest."
CHAPTER VII.
A FORCED CONFESSION.
There was a sarcastic smile on the dean's face as he turned to Prof.
Babbitt and asked:
"That doesn't seem to justify your charge, does it?"
"Why--why----" stammered the professor. "At first blush perhaps it doesn't, but, don't you see, it shows that he had found the way to my room, and the fact that he was idling away his time in Page's room beneath ever since, is proof enough that he was waiting his chance to go up again.