"It's about that Frank Sherwood matter," went on Jerry slowly. "I've been meaning to speak to you about it for some time, but have never been able to catch you alone." Garry was all alert in an instant. "Do you know anything about that case?" he asked eagerly. "I know that Frank Sherwood didn't steal that money, and I can't stand by and see a fellow framed for something he didn't do," replied Jerry. Jerry's words had the effect on Garry of an electric shock. "What's that?" he cried excitedly. "Tell me all you know! For the love of Pete, Jerry, spill it! I was sure that Frank didn't take the money. But do you know who did take it?" "Yes," replied Jerry. "It was Gyp Mooney himself." "Gyp Mooney!" exclaimed Garry. "The dirty crook! But are you sure? How do you know?" "Well," said Jerry, "it was this way. I saw Mooney hanging around Sandy's coat, but thought nothing of it. It was late and most of the fellows had gone. I was leaving myself when I saw Sandy put on his coat, feel in the pocket and turn pale. Then he called Mooney outside. I was taking a short cut through the lot where there were plenty of bushes, and it was dark. Sandy and Mooney were walking in the same direction. They were arguing so angrily I thought there might be a scrap coming, and I slowed up to see what might happen. "They stopped nearly opposite me, but didn't see me. Sandy was accusing Mooney of having robbed him. Said he'd seen him taking something from his coat. Mooney denied it, but Sandy insisted. Then Mooney turned ugly. Seems he had a hold on Sandy. He knew of a barn that Sandy had set fire to. Mooney said he'd have Sandy sent to jail for that if he didn't keep quiet. Told Sandy that all he'd have to do would be to tell his father Mr. Long hadn't put the money in the envelope. Then Mr. Long would have to pay over again. Anyway, Podder was rich and could stand it. If Sandy kept his mouth shut, Mooney would see that Sandy would get a bit of the money for himself. If not, he'd tell about that barn fire and Sandy'd go to jail. "So it ended that way. Sandy caved in. Mooney admitted he had taken the money and that just as soon as it was safe he'd see that Sandy had his bit. They went on then and I didn't hear anything further, but I suppose Sandy told his father the story that Mooney had coached him to tell." "I know he did!" cried Garry. "But Podder didn't get the money again from Mr. Long! I suppose he's been trying to find out where the money went, and the thing got so hot that Mooney got scared and cooked up this thing about Frank Sherwood. "That's it, as sure as shooting," went on Garry. "They picked on Frank as the goat, and Mooney got Piker Anson to back him up. That skunk would swear to anything for ten dollars! "But come right along with me, Jerry, and see my father. He's in charge of Frank's case, you know. Gee, but I'm glad I met you!"