"That's my idea. We'll see if we can't work out a better one." Hurrying from the gymnasium, where they had changed their clothes, Tom and Phil went to their room. Sid was there studying. Phil went over to the wall, where he had placed the new picture of Madge Tyler she had given him, and took it down. "That's right!" exclaimed Sid. "It's about time you removed some of these flags, banners, ribbons and other effeminate decorations. Start in, Tom, on your share. We'll get this room to looking right, after a bit." "Oh, I'm not taking it down," declared Phil as he removed the photograph from the wall. He had had it placed in rather a heavy and deep gold frame. "I want to get my copy of the football signals--the ones we discarded--from behind it," he explained. "I hid them there, as being the place least likely to be disturbed. I'm going to frame up a new signal----" He stopped suddenly, and looked first from the picture to the floor, and then from the floor to the picture. "What's the matter?" asked Tom. "The copy of the signals--it's gone," he said quickly. "I had it fastened to the back of the picture by a bit of wire." "Are you sure?" inquired Sid, getting up from the old easy chair, and making a cloud of dust in the operation. "Of course!" exclaimed Phil. "They're gone--some one must have taken the signals." Tom dimly recalled a certain scene he and Phil had witnessed, and also remembered the words of the coach when he had made a shift of the signals. Phil looked at Tom. He was thinking of the same thing. Suddenly Phil uttered a cry. From the deep, curved frame of the picture he held up a small gold watch-charm. "Look!" he exclaimed. "A freshman charm!" spoke Sid slowly, as he recognized the device affected by a certain first-year secret society. "Whose is it?" asked Tom. "There's no telling," replied Phil. "Yes, there is," went on Sid. "They always have their initials on the back of the charm. Look and see." Phil turned it over. "Whoever left this here must have taken the copy of the signals," he said slowly. "He probably took down the picture and removed the paper. In doing so the charm slipped from his watch-chain and fell in the deep frame. He must have held it about at his belt to bend up the wire, for it was stiff." "Whose initials are on the back?" asked Tom in a low voice. Phil looked at them. "They are 'G. A. G.,'" he announced. Sid reached for a college roster, and turned to the freshman class list. The room was strangely silent, not even the ticking of the alarm clock being heard, for it had run down. "Well?" asked Tom. "The only fellow with the initials 'G. A. G.' is Garvey A. Gerhart," answered Sid. CHAPTER XXX A BITTER ENEMY