"Anyway, Edwards, there has been no theft. The door is locked, and the only two keys to it are the one carried by the monitor and a duplicate which is kept locked in my own desk. You"ll probably find it in one of your pockets."
"I have been through every pocket in my clothes at least seven times, sir," insisted the dismayed Edwards. "And that is a rather valuable pin," he added; "worth, I believe, something, like fifty dollars."
"Rest a.s.sured that we"ll have some good explanation of the mystery before long," replied the princ.i.p.al as soothingly as he could.
Edwards went away, sore and disheartened, but there was nothing more to be said or done.
Thursday morning Dr. Thornton carried the investigation further, but absolutely no light could be shed on the missing pin.
But at recess it was Frank Thompson who came upstairs breathless.
"Dr. Thornton," he cried, excitedly, "it"s my own fault, of course, but I"m afraid I"ve seen the last of my watch. It"s one that father carried for a good many years, and at last gave me. The works are not very expensive, but the case was a gold one."
"How did you lose it?" inquired the princ.i.p.al, looking up over the gold rims of his spectacles.
"Why, I had to hurry to make school this morning, sir, and, as you know, it"s a rather long walk. So I carried my watch in the little change pocket in my reefer in order to be able to look at it frequently. I reached the locker just in time not to be late, and forgot and left my watch in the reefer. When I went down just now I found the watch gone."
"Oh, but this is serious!" gasped Dr. Thornton, in dismay. "It begins to look like an a.s.sured fact that there is some thief at work. Yet Prescott alone has a key to that locker."
"Prescott is all right. He"s no thief," put in Thompson, quickly.
"I agree with you, Mr. Thompson. I consider Mr. Prescott too manly a fellow to be mixed up in anything dishonest. Yet something is wrong---very wrong. For the safety and good name of us all we must go to the bottom of this mystery."
That, of course, was all the satisfaction Thompson could expect at the moment. He went out to the remainder of his recess, feeling decidedly blue. Nor was Dr. Thornton any less disturbed.
When recess was over, the entire body of students was questioned in the general a.s.sembly room, but no light was forthcoming.
"Of course, in view of what has happened," counseled Dr. Thornton, "the young gentlemen will do well to leave nothing of value in their coats in the locker rooms. And while nothing distressing, has yet happened in the young ladies bas.e.m.e.nt, I trust they will govern themselves by what has happened on the young men"s side."
d.i.c.k Prescott felt much concerned over it all, though he did not imagine that anyone suspected _him_ of any share in the disappearance of articles of value.
Friday there were no mishaps, for the very simple reason that no one left anything of value in the locker rooms.
On Monday Fred Ripley was back again. With the aid of a little help from the druggist the haughty young man presented two eyes that did not show any signs of having been damaged. Fred himself offered no comment on his absence. He seemed anxious to be on especially good terms with all of the upper cla.s.smen with whom he usually a.s.sociated.
During the first period of the morning Ripley had no recitation on. He sat at his desk studying. Presently as permitted under the rules, he whispered softly with the boy seated behind him.
Then, suddenly, Ripley rose and tip-toed down the aisle to the desk. The princ.i.p.al himself sat there in charge.
"Dr. Thornton," began Ripley, in a low voice, "I was away last week, and so didn"t hear all the school news. I have just learned about the locker room thefts, and so I"m uneasy. Just as the bell rang I was having trouble with the pearl and diamond scarf-pin that I often wear. There wasn"t time to adjust it, so I dropped it in my overcoat pocket. I would like to go down to my coat, now, and get it."
"Prescott is reciting in IV. Physics," replied Dr. Thornton, rising.
"However, in view of all that has happened, I think we shall do well to go down and call him out of cla.s.s. I don"t want any more valuable articles to be missing."
Princ.i.p.al and student went quietly to the floor below. Dr. Thornton thrust his head into the physics laboratory and quietly called d.i.c.k out, explaining what was wanted.
"You"ll come, too, won"t you, doctor?" asked Ripley.
The princ.i.p.al nodded without speaking. As the three reached the barred door, d.i.c.k inserted the key, then threw open the door.
Fred marched over to his coat, thrusting his hand into a pocket.
"By thunder, it"s gone!" gasped Fred.
In an instant Dr. Thornton bounded into the locker room. He himself explored every pocket in the boy"s coat.
"Strange! strange!" muttered the bewildered princ.i.p.al.
"All the other thefts happened in this locker, didn"t they?" inquired Ripley, suspiciously.
"Yes---if thefts they were," admitted Dr. Thornton.
"Nothing missing from the other locker room?"
"Nothing."
"Doctor," went on Ripley, as though loath to utter the words, I hate to suggest anything of the sort. But---er---but---has the monitor of this locker been searched after any of the---er---disappearances?"
"Ripley, you forget yourself!" cried the princ.i.p.al.
"What do you mean!" flared d.i.c.k, in the same breath, turning crimson, next going very white.
"Doctor, I"m sorry," spoke Ripley, with great seeming reluctance, "but that pin is a costly one. I ask that the monitor be searched!"
CHAPTER VII
d.i.c.k"S TURN TO GET A JOLT
"Ripley, you don"t realize what you are saying!" cried Dr. Thornton, gazing at the soph.o.m.ore in very evident distress.
"I only know that I"m all broken up, sir, over losing my costly pin," persisted Fred. "And I know my father will be angry, and will raise a row at the School Board"s meeting."
d.i.c.k Prescott, standing by, had turned from scarlet to white, and back again.
"But Ripley," explained the princ.i.p.al, almost pleadingly, "the act would be illegal. No one has a lawful right to search the person of anyone except a properly qualified police officer.
And even the police officer can do so only after he has arrested a suspected person."
"Oh, then I suppose, sir, there"s no show for me to get any real justice done in this matter," muttered Fred, with an air of feigned resignation.
But by now d.i.c.k Prescott felt that he must speak---or explode.
"Dr. Thornton," he cried, chokingly, "the charge made against me, or, at least, implied, is an outrageous one. But, as a matter of justice to me, now that the hint has been cast, I ask that _you_, sir, search me right here and now."
"Then you"ve had time to hide the pin!" muttered Fred, in a very low voice.
d.i.c.k Prescott heard, but he paid no heed to the fellow.