At once a flash of recollection came to Andy. Well did he know that ink blot, for he had made it himself. "Why, that's Pulter's book!" he exclaimed, speaking aloud involuntarily. "Where did you get it?" Mortimer turned quickly and faced Andy. "What's that?" he asked, sharply. "I say that's Pulter's book," Andy went on. "How do you know?" asked Mortimer. "Why, by that big ink blot. I made it. Pulter was in our room with the book just before it was stolen, and my fountain pen leaked on it. That sure is Pulter's book. Where did you get it? That's the one he made such a fuss about!" CHAPTER XXIX THE ACCUSATION "Pulter's book, eh?" murmured Mortimer, slowly, as he turned it about, looking on the front and back blank pages. "It sure is," went on Andy, eagerly. "I'd know that ink blot anywhere. Pulter let out a howl like an Indian when my pen leaked on his book. The blot looks like a Chinese laundryman turned upside down." "That's right," agreed Mortimer. "Queer, isn't it?" "Yes," went on Andy, his curiosity growing. "Where did you get it?" "Found it," spoke the rich lad, quickly. "I went out to the new Yale Field to see how the stadium was coming on, and I saw this under a clump of bushes. I knew it was a valuable book, so I brought it back with me. It hasn't got Pulter's name in it, though." "No," went on Andy. "His name was on the other front leaf. That was worse blotted with the ink than this one, and he tore it out. But I'm sure that's Pulter's book." "Very likely," admitted Mortimer, coolly. "I'll take it to him. I'm glad I found it. Going my way?" "Yes," and Andy walked beside the lad from his home town, thinking of many things. Mortimer went into Wright Hall, but Pulter was not in. "I'll leave the book for him," Mortimer said to Andy, "and you can call his attention to it. If it isn't his let me know, and I'll post a notice saying that I've found it." "All right," agreed our hero. "But I know it's Pulter's." He was telling Dunk about the incident, when his roommate came in a little later, and they were discussing the queer coincidence, when Pulter came bursting in. "Oh, I say!" he cried. "I've got my book back! What do you know about that? It was on my table, and----" He stopped and looked queerly at Andy and Dunk, who were smiling. "What's the joke?" demanded Pulter. "Did you fellows----" "Gaffington found it," said Andy. "Sit down and I'll explain," which he did. "Well, that is a queer go!" exclaimed Pulter. "How in the world did my book get out to Yale Field? It isn't so queer that Gaffington would find it, for I understand he goes out there a lot, on walks. But how did my book get there?" "Probably whoever took it found they couldn't get much by pawning or selling it, and threw it away," suggested Dunk. "Looks that way," agreed Andy. "But it sure is a queer game all around."