“Simply fooled about in our cave, sir.” “Do you call that shanty your cave?” “No, sir—our cave is on the east side on the Third Ridge.” “Well, what were you doing at the shanty?” “We were investigating it, sir; we had never been there before.” “None of you?” “None, sir.” “Is that true of you, Wilson?” “I?” exclaimed Kit. “No, sir; that is, sir, I have been there once before, but only on the outside and looked in at the windows.” “And you, Deering?” “No, sir, I have never been there before.” Dr. Forester had turned on Tony like a flash. “How then do you account for the fact that a letter addressed to you was found there this afternoon?” “A letter addressed to me found there!” exclaimed Tony, in surprise. “I can’t account for it. I do not know how it got there.” “Do you know of other boys being there?” “I believe other boys have been there; yes, sir.” “Do you know what boys have been there?” “I really can’t say, sir.” Tony was growing restless and ill at ease under this severe cross-examination. It suddenly dawned upon him, that the Doctor did not appear to accept his replies as he gave them.... In his quick passionate southern way he fired with resentment. His face flushed, he stammered in giving his replies, and once or twice inadvertently contradicted himself. Jimmie and Kit looked at him in amazement; for a moment the suspicion crossed their minds that Tony had perhaps after all been going to the shanty with Carroll. Even Morris, who had been serenely confident that the boys would clear themselves of the charge of gambling, showed a troubled countenance as the cross-examination went on. “Come, come,” said the Doctor, “I would like you to suggest some explanation as to how a letter addressed to you was found in that shanty this afternoon.” “I don’t account for it,” Tony replied. “I know nothing about it. I know nothing about the shanty; I never saw it until to-night.” “That statement,” commented the Doctor mercilessly, “conflicts with what you implied a few moments ago. You allowed me to infer that you do know what boys go there.” “Suppose I do,” exclaimed Tony passionately. “Suppose I do—I shan’t tell anything about it. I have never been there, and I have nothing to do with it.” “Well, sir, there is still another bit of evidence that inevitably suggests to me the suspicion that you must know more than you admit. The strong-box in that shanty was rifled this afternoon by the Head Prefect under my direction. In it were found several packs of playing cards, a quantity of poker chips, and a memorandum-book.” “Well, sir?” “Do you know anything about that memorandum-book?” “I do not.”