“Search him!” said somebody.
“Search him!” was the cry.
“Yes, search me!” panted Oliver. “I demand to be searched!”
“No,” said Frank, as his hand fell on Oliver’s shoulder. “I believe you! I am satisfied that you speak the truth. It is a mistake.”
“But we saw him with the envelope in his hand,” said Dade Morgan.
“It was not I!” asserted Oliver.
“No, it was not you,” agreed Merriwell, “but it was one who hates me and who looks so much like you that we were all deceived.”
“My brother!” muttered Oliver huskily.
“It must have been,” nodded Frank. “He has stolen that message, which is of great value to me.”
“Merriwell,” exclaimed Oliver Packard excitedly, “I’ll recover the message for you! Trust me to get it. I will restore it to you, if I live!”