“If you don’t mind,” murmured Cathcart. He crossed to Hugh’s room and looked in. “Would you mind turning on a light, please, Bert?” Bert obeyed grumblingly and Cathcart viewed the bedroom. Hugh’s coat lay on the floor near the foot of the bed, his trousers were in front of the dresser, one shoe was on top the trousers and the other a yard away and his shirt hung limply from the footrail. Cathcart took it all in silently and gravely. Then: “How long have you been in bed, Ordway?” he asked. “Eh? In bed? Oh, really, I can’t say. What time is it now?” “You just came in, as a matter of fact, didn’t you?” “Now look here, Cathcart,” interrupted Bert persuasively. “You’re all wrong, old man. You were dreaming, probably. You can see easily enough that Ordway and I have been in bed for a long time.” “Does he usually leave his things around like that?” asked the proctor. “I’m afraid he does. He’s an untidy beggar. You are, aren’t you, Hugh?” “Perfectly rotten,” replied Hugh cheerfully. “Still, you know, they’re awfully easy to find in case of――er――fire or anything.” Cathcart smiled wanly. Then he shook his head. “I’m sorry, Ordway,” he said, “but I’ll have to report you. Good night, fellows.” “But, I say――――” began Hugh. “Look here, Cathcart, have a heart,” pleaded Bert. “You can’t prove anything against him. Why, look at him! You say someone came in here a minute ago. Now you know very well Ordway couldn’t undress in that time!” “I don’t think I said he entered a minute ago, Bert. However, if Ordway cares to get out of bed and show me that he has his pajamas on――――” He viewed Hugh inquiringly. “Pajamas,” said Hugh indignantly. “Why, I say, I never wear ’em, you know. Beastly uncomfortable things, pajamas.” “Indeed? May I look in here?” Cathcart opened the closet door. On a hook inside hung a pair of white pajamas with broad blue stripes. “Yours, I think, Ordway?” Hugh nodded. “Right-o, Cathcart,” he said. “You win. What’s the penalty?” “I can’t say,” replied the proctor. “I guess it won’t amount to much. I wouldn’t try it again, though, Ordway. They’re rather strict here about being out of hall after hours. Probably you can give a good explanation.” “Oh, yes, I can,” said Hugh. “Only,” he added under his breath, “I’m switched if I’m going to!” “I’m sorry, fellows,” said Cathcart again, regretfully. “You know I have to do it, though. Good night.” “Good night,” said Hugh. “Duty is duty, eh, what?” “Good night,” returned Bert morosely. “It doesn’t seem to me, Wallace, that you need to be so confounded snoopy, though! Of course you’re a proctor, and all that, but a fellow doesn’t have to go out of his way to look for trouble!” “I didn’t go out of my way, Bert,” replied Cathcart quietly. “I was awake and heard steps on the stairs and then heard the door pushed open. It was my place to see who was coming up.” “Then, if you saw him,” said Bert crossly, “what was the good of coming down here and making all this fuss?”