In the morning, before many of the other boarders were astir, the two girls caught the oily professor just starting off with a handbag.
“You’d better get the remainder of your baggage ready to go too, sir,” said Lyddy, sharply, “for we don’t want you here.”
“It’s packed, young lady,” returned Professor Spink, with a sneer. “I shall send a man for it from the hotel in town.”
“Well, that’s all right,” quoth the girl, warmly. “You’ve paid your board in advance, and I cannot complain. But I would like to have you explain what your actions last night mean?”
“I don’t know what you are talking about. I heard people moving about the house and–naturally–I went to see—”
“Oh, you story-teller!” gasped ’Phemie.
“Ha! I can see that you have both made up your minds not to believe me,” said the odd boarder, haughtily. “Good-morning!”
“I honestly believe we ought to get a warrant out and have him arrested,” observed the older girl, thoughtfully.
“What for? I don’t believe he took anything,” said ’Phemie.
“Well! he was trying to break into grandfather’s desk, just the same,” said Lyddy, and then Harris Colesworth joined them.