"You're going to do nothing of the sort, my son," went on the big first baseman slowly. "Tom, lock the door and put the key in your pocket." Tom as though acting under the influence of some hypnotic spell, obeyed. "Are you both crazy?" burst out Phil. "I tell you the whole college must know what a white-livered hound we've got here!" "That's just what they mustn't know," said Sid quietly. "Now listen to me," he went on more sternly. "In the first place, you don't know that Gerhart is guilty." "Don't know? Of course I know it!" almost shouted Phil. "Haven't I got the evidence?" and he held out the charm. "Easy," cautioned Sid. "I grant that; I even grant that the charm is Gerhart's; but does that prove he took the signals?" "It proves that he was in the room," declared Phil. "Yes, I admit that. I saw him in here once myself--just before that accident to my hand. But that doesn't prove anything." "He was in here some other time then, when none of us was here. He must have taken the picture down, else the charm would never have been caught in the frame and remained there." "Granted; but you are still far from making out a case, Phil." "Don't you believe he did it?" asked the quarter-back. "I do, when it comes to that, but we've got to offer more evidence than our own beliefs when it comes to convincing other people. Besides, I don't see what need there is of proving your case." "Don't you think the college ought to know what sort of a coward and sneak we've got at Randall?" "No," said Sid decidedly, "I don't. That's just the point. That's just why I don't want you to go and tell Holly what we've found. I think Gerhart took those signals," he continued, "and I believe that when we saw him talking to Stoddard he was trying to dispose of them to him. But just because I feel morally certain of it doesn't justify me in spreading the news broadcast. Besides, do we want every one to know what a cad we have here? I take the opposite view from you. I think we ought not to wash our soiled linen in public. The more we can hush this thing up the better. I wouldn't let it get beyond us three. It ought to stop right here. We would be the laughingstock of Fairview and Boxer Hall if it got out. To think that the Randall spirit was capable of falling so low that there was a traitor among us! I'm glad Stoddard kept still. Evidently he didn't tell a soul, but warned Lighton privately, and the team has kept quiet about it. "Now," continued Sid earnestly, "do you want to go and publish it? Do you want to let every one see our shame? I don't believe you do, Phil." Phil was silent for several seconds. He was struggling with some emotion. Tom stood with his back to the door, though it was locked. Sid stood before his chum, looking anxiously at him as he sat in the big chair. Then, with a long breath, Phil said: "I guess you're right, Sid. I--I didn't look at it that way. I'll keep still." "I thought you would," spoke Sid significantly.