“Last?” Barry considered. “I don’t know. I’m not certain. I don’t think I’ve had it open for a couple of days; not since we had the drawers out, the night Toby was in here.” “You put them back after the Major left,” said Peaches. “Remember? Well, it wasn’t there then, I suppose, or you’d have seen it.” Barry nodded, but doubtfully. “I guess so,” he said. “Still, I mightn’t. I――I was sort of flabbergasted just then. I must have been, because I got the second drawer where the third drawer goes and the third drawer――” “Hold on!” exclaimed Peaches, excitedly. “Remember when Toby was rummaging through the desk? Remember his saying something about something being stuck in a splinter inside the desk?” Barry shook his head. “No, I don’t remember that.” “Well,” said Peaches, triumphantly, “I do! Where’s Toby?” “In his room, I guess. Want me to――” “_Toby! Toby Nott!_” shouted Peaches, loudly. There was a protesting answer from beyond the pink wall. “_Come here! On the run!_” Peaches seized the document and refolded it, returning it to the top of the desk just as Toby, a book in one hand, arrived at the door and viewed them aggrievedly through his big spectacles. “What you want?” he asked. “Come in,” Peaches directed. “Say, Toby: you remember the night you brought that moth in here?” “Yes, I do,” replied Toby, moving his gaze accusingly to Barry. “He went and threw it out the window!” “Never mind that. When you were hunting inside the desk, after the drawers were out, did you find anything?” “No, he wasn’t there. Barry found him afterward――” “Leave that plaguey moth out of it a minute, can’t you? Did you find a――a paper or anything, I mean?” Toby blinked, thought hard an instant, and then nodded. “Yeah, there was a letter――no, not a letter――well, something up in the corner. It was stuck up against the top with a splinter. I told you about it and I put it in one of those drawers, and you needn’t try to make out that I swiped it!” “Is this it?” Toby moved forward, glanced at the indicated article, and nodded. “Sure it is! What’s all the row about, then? If you’ve got it――” “You’re certain this is what you found?” “’Course I’m certain! It had printing on it just like that. Say, what’s it all about, anyway?” Toby viewed the document again. “Bond? Lookut, Barry: if it don’t belong to you, I claim it! Yes, sir, I found it! Lookut――” “Much obliged,” said Peaches. “That’s all, Toby.” “No, it ain’t, either! If that’s worth anything, I’ve got a right to share in it. Now, see here, you fellows――” “Toby!” said Peaches, quietly emphatic. Toby became silent and moved toward the door, his gaze, however, still lingering on the bond. Finally the mutinous spirit prevailed. “That’s all right,” he ejaculated bitterly as he held the door between him and Peaches, “but all I’ve got to say is you guys have got a gall to throw my moth away and then try to do me out of my bond!”