“What has Don to do with it?”
“Sammy, you’re positively thick. Who do you suppose Alsop really saw in Boston?”
“How should I know?”
“He saw Don!”
Then a light suddenly broke upon Sam’s slow mind. He had met Donald Peck, Duncan’s twin, on the morning of the Hillbury football game, and had been amazed at the close resemblance between the two brothers. Since then, various anecdotes of the pair, current in the school, had come to his ears, and Duncan himself had told him much about their experiences together.
“That’s just what happened!” Sam cried. “Don came in from Cambridge to go to the theatre, and Alsop saw him. I wonder why he didn’t think of Don.”
“He wouldn’t think of anything except that he’d caught me,” said Duncan. “He wasn’t looking for ways of proving me innocent.”
“What are you going to do about it?”
“Nothing. Oh, yes, I am! I’m going to telephone Don, and if he says he went to the Colonial Theatre that night, I’ll get him to write me a letter.”
The routine business of the faculty meeting on Tuesday had been disposed of. Petitions from various misguided students for an extension of the approaching spring vacation had been refused. It had been decided that the Mandolin Club might not give a concert in Haverhill, and that the Assembly Club under certain conditions might hold a dance on the evening of a certain Friday. The secretary was reading the alphabetical list of students to refresh the memories of those members of the faculty who had come to the meeting with questions to ask or charges to bring. Halfway through the catalogue of seniors, at the name of Peck, Mr. Alsop interposed.