There was cyanide in the bottle!"
"There sure was," agreed Jack, who had seen the same test made in one of the cla.s.ses a few days before.
"But I don"t see what good that is," remarked Bert. "Everyone knew that cyanide was used on the horses. It"s a common enough poison.
Naturally whoever used it would have it in a bottle. Then you accidentally find the bottle in the stable, but that doesn"t tell you who dropped it there."
"No, but this may," said Tom quietly, taking a small piece of paper from his pocket and smoothing it out on the table.
"What is it?" asked Jack, and then, before he could be answered he added. "Oh, I see, part of a druggist"s label."
"Yes," admitted Tom. "It was near the bottle. It had been washed off, I imagine. I didn"t show it to you at first, for I wanted to make sure of what the bottle had contained."
"And now that you"re sure," began Bert, "I suppose------"
"I"m going to the druggist who sold this, and ask if he can remember who bought it," went on Tom, for, though the label from the bottle was torn, there was enough of it left to show part of the firm name. And, as there were but three drug shops in Elmwood, it was not difficult to pick out the one represented.
"We"ll go with you!" exclaimed Jack. "Hurray, Tom! I do believe you"re on the trail at last."
"Sure," a.s.sented Bert. "Let"s go at once."
"I"d like to have you along," explained Tom, "but I think maybe I"d better go by myself. I"ve got to go at this thing quietly, and if three of us trooped in the drug store, and began asking questions, it would make a scene. Besides, lots of our fellows hang out there for soda, and they"d see us. I don"t want this talked about until I get it a little more cleared up. I don"t want you fellows to feel that------"
"Oh get out!" interrupted Jack. "You do just as you please, Tom, and we"ll fill in, or play wherever you want us. This is your game, anyhow, though we want to help you all we can. Just say the word."
"That"s good of you," a.s.sented our hero. "I think it would be best if I went alone. I"ll tell you later what I find out. I think I"ll go now. It isn"t too late."
"It"s after hours," said Bert.
"Well, I"ll take a chance," decided Tom, and putting on his hat and coat he prepared to leave the dormitory, first having ascertained that the coast was clear.
Tom was half way down the corridor of the building where he and his chums roomed, and he was thinking of what might come from his prospective interview with the druggist, when, as he turned a dark corner, he ran full tilt into someone who was coming with some speed in the other direction.
"Wha--what"s the matter! Who--who are you?" gasped Tom, when he had recovered his breath.
"I--I--who are _you_?" came the quick retort, and the voice was suspicious. Whoever it was evidently was not going to be caught by a prowling monitor.
"George Abbot!" gasped Tom, as he recognized the voice of his chum.
"What in the world is the rush? What"s the hurry?"
"News! I"ve got great news!" cried George. "Cats! But you knocked the wind out of me all right. I--I was coming fast myself, I guess.
Where are you going?"
"Out," replied Tom briefly. "But what"s the news?"
"Better not go," advised George, speaking more composedly now.
"There"s been a lot of fellows cutting for it to-night, and just before I came in a bunch was rounded up by the proctor, and rushed to Merry"s office. I just escaped. Don"t you take a chance, Tom."
"No, I guess I"d better not. But was that the news you had to tell me.
If it is, why----"
"It isn"t that," cried George. "It"s great. Sam h.e.l.ler was just brought across the campus by old Farmer Appleby. He had him by the collar."
"Who had who by the collar?" demanded Tom, much excited now. "Did Sam have------"
"No, it was the other way around. Appleby had Sam, and he was making all sorts of threats."
"Who was; Sam?"
"No, the old farmer. Can"t you understand? He had Sam, and he was begging to be let go."
"Sam was?"
"Sure."
"Say, George," advised Tom. "Calm down and tell me the whole thing.
There may be something big in this. I guess I won"t go out to-night after all," and, grasping the human question box by the arm, Tom led him back toward the room of the chums.
CHAPTER XIX
DISAPPOINTMENT
"h.e.l.lo! What"s up?"
"What"s the excitement, Tom?"
Thus his two chums greeted our hero when he entered with the human interrogation mark in tow.
"Something doing," responded Tom briefly.
"Did you trace the empty bottle so soon?" asked Jack.
"No, I didn"t have time. But George here--out with it! Tell "em what you told me."
"I was coming along," began George, "when Tom ran into me and knocked------"
"Never mind those horrible details," advised Tom, reflectively rubbing that portion of his anatomy that had come in contact with George. "Cut along faster."
"Well, I was coming to tell Tom that I saw Sam h.e.l.ler being taken to the doctor"s office by old Appleby," went on George.
"Get out!" cried Bert, incredulously.
"Sam h.e.l.ler!" gasped Jack. "I wonder if Appleby"s found out that it was Sam who poisoned his horses, and set the hay on fire?"
"That"s it, I believe," said George. "That"s why I came to tell Tom.
You"re cleared all right now, old man."