“No matter. I know it.” “But we insist on knowing how you know it. Did you see him enter this room?” “Mebbe so.” “Did you see him? Answer yes or no.” “What right have you to ask?” “I am a lawyer. Perhaps he has engaged me to defend him. You must answer.” Bunol seemed a trifle nervous now. “Yes, I see him,” he huskily declared. “How did you happen to see him? What were you doing in this part of the building?” “I follow him here.” “Why?” “Because I suspect. Because I want to find out what he do. He turn on me. Once he pretend to be my friend. I do many things for him. When he turn on me, then I hate him. I make up my mind I catch him in trap. That is why I catch him. That is why I follow him here.” “And you saw him take the papers?” “I see him. He leave the door a little open when he slip in. I come quick and still to door and peer through. I see him pick up papers from table.” “You have said they were plans for football plays and so forth. How did you know that?” “Oh, I hear him laugh and see him have the plans.” “But you told Mr. Merriwell that he had turned the papers over to the Springvale captain. How did you know that?” “I hear him say to himself that he will do so. That is what I suppose he do.” “Mr. Thor!” called Bradbury. Captain Thor, of the Springvale team, stepped out of the alcove in which stood Dick’s bed. At sight of the yellow-headed young gladiator Bunol changed color. “Mr. Thor,” said the lawyer, with a motion toward Miguel, “do you know this boy?” “Yes, sir,” was the prompt answer. “He came to me at the North Hotel to-day and gave me a lot of papers, which he said were the signals and plays of the Fardale team.” “It is a lie!” cried Miguel. “He thought I would be glad to get them,” said Thor. “He urged me to use them and never say anything about them. He seemed to take it for granted that I would not expose him, as he had done me such a great favor.” “You did not promise not to expose him?” “No.” “What did you do with the papers?” “I called in Charles Rowe, a member of the team, and we took the papers at once to your office, delivering them into your hands, and watching you seal them in an envelope.” “Is this the envelope?” asked Bradbury, producing a large, square envelope. “I should say so.” “What do you wish me to do with it, and the papers it contains?” “Turn them over to Captain Merriwell. I requested you to do so before the game, sir.” “Business prevented; but it is all right now. Here you are, Mr. Merriwell, and I think you will find the papers all right. As for the young man who stole them,” and the lawyer turned to Bunol, “if you see fit, you can make a lot of trouble for him.” “All I ask of him,” said Dick, “is that he leave Fardale without delay. He must go!” Dick pointed to the door, and Bunol slunk out. CHAPTER XXIII—CHESTER FINDS A MASTER