“It was easy to one of my acumen. In the first place, I couldn’t quite believe that Allen here had written that thing. It didn’t look plausible, somehow. So I went to the Major and asked to see the letter. He said I could take it along if I’d sleuth about a bit. Well, the first thing I did was to call on Whitwell. He had sold that typewriter to Allen, you see, and I wanted to find out if he had sold another one that printed the B out of alignment. When I got to his room in Meddill I discovered that he roomed with Rusty. That’s when I had a hunch. Well, Whitwell said that one machine was the only one that was crazy and that he had meant to try and fix it before he left it with Allen. “‘I noticed it one day last week, when Rusty was playing with it,’ he said. ‘I didn’t play with it,’ growled Rusty. ‘Sure you did! You wrote a letter or something on it. Don’t you remember? Sunday; wasn’t it?’ I caught Rusty’s eye just then and I said, ‘Rusty, the coach wants to talk with you.’ Well, he blustered and said he didn’t have time to see Loring, and what was it all about, anyway? But he did come along, finally, and the Major put him through the third degree, to the king’s taste. Rusty caved and came clean. Said he wanted to get square with you for something you’d done. Said he had taken a carbon of the letter and was going to mail it to the Major when it looked like the first part of the plot had flivvered, but he got cold feet. Something must have tipped him off that all was not well.” “I know what it was,” broke in Clyde. “He was with me the day I found that note about L. having heard from P. I couldn’t make head nor tail of it and showed it to him. He said he couldn’t, either, but I guess he did!” “What did the Major say to him?” asked Barry. “The Major,” replied Peaches, grimly, “said a plenty! Say, there’s one thing the army does for you, fellows: it gives you a perfectly grand command of language! I guess the Major used most of his before he got through. Rusty looked like a wilted turnip. Finally the Major said he wasn’t going to take the matter to faculty as long as Rusty behaved himself, and after that, just when the poor guy was recovering his――his――you say it, Barry.” “Equanimity.” “Thanks. Recovering his equanimity, the Major informed him that he was out of football for this year, next year, and all the years to come, or words to that effect! That got Rusty, and he pleaded hard, but Coach wouldn’t listen to him; just opened the door.” “I wish,” Clyde said, preparing to depart, “you fellows would drop around at my diggings sometimes.” “Surely will,” answered Peaches, politely. “And there’s nothing to keep you from coming here once in a while, Allen, is there?” “Why, no; no indeed! I’ll do that, of course. Well, see you later, Barry. Don’t――” “Hold on a minute,” interrupted Barry. “Is that a bargain, you two?” “Bargain?” asked Clyde. “Yes, that you’ll come here and Peaches will go with me to see you. Is it?”