"I think you will find it to your advantage to let this whole matter rest for the present," went on Captain Putnam. "If you make a charge against the boys it will hurt both them and my school. I feel sure they will not run away, and I will give you my personal word that they shall appear in court whenever wanted." "That sounds reasonable," came from the constable, who was beginning to fear the influence which Captain Putnam and the Rovers might bring to bear on the case. "It ain't no nice thing to ruin a boy's repertation, if he ain't guilty," he added. "That is a sensible speech which does you credit, sir," said the captain. "I'd like to find this feller Flapp," went on Aaron Fairchild. "How does he look?" "I have his photograph at the academy. I will let the constable have that, if he wishes it." "That suits me," returned Josiah Cotton. "Hang me if I don't kinder think he must be guilty. But it puzzles me how them things got in the boys' uniforms." The matter was discussed for fully an hour, and the whole party visited Aaron Fairchild's shop. But no clews were brought to light. Then a wagon was hired to take the captain and the boys to Putnam Hall. The constable went along, to get the photograph which had been promised. On the way the three Rovers were unusually silent and but little was said by the master of the school. Arriving at the Hall the picture was turned over to Josiah Cotton, who soon after departed. Then the three Rovers were invited into the captain's private office. The marching battalion had not yet arrived and was not expected for several hours. "I'd like to sift this matter out," said the captain, seating himself at his desk. "Richard, when did you clean your uniform last?" "Yesterday afternoon, Captain Putnam." "Were those holes in there then?" "I don't think so." "How about your uniform, Thomas?" "I cleaned up yesterday morning. I don't remember any holes." "And you, Samuel?" "I had a hole in my left sleeve, but the jewelry was found in the right sleeve." "Let me examine the coats." This was done, and all concluded that the holes had been cut with the blade of a sharp knife, or with a small pair of scissors. "I believe the job was done in the dark," said Dick. "Somebody must have visited our tent last night after we went to sleep." "When did you go to sleep, Richard?" "Well, I don't think we were real sound asleep until about midnight. There was some sort of a noise in the camp that kept us awake." "Somebody said Tubbs was up playing negro minstrel," added Tom, soberly. "Yes, he was up. So you went to sleep about midnight? And when did you get up?" "At the first call," answered Sam. "And your coats were as you had left them?" "Mine was," came from Sam and Dick. "I don't remember exactly how I did leave mine," said Tom. "But I didn't notice anything unusual."