"I wonder if Babbitt thinks I would cheat?" he thought.
There was a bundle neatly done up in brown paper on the professor's desk at the head of the room. He stood near it until all the students were in their places, each with a pad of blank paper before him, and a number of sharpened pencils.
Then the professor broke the string with which the bundle was tied, and calling up his assistants, handed them several papers each to distribute.
They were the papers from the printer containing the fatal questions.
CHAPTER V.
ONE OF THE MISSING PAPERS.
Three or four minutes passed while the assistants were distributing some papers. Then one of them approached the professor and said:
"I need two more for my section, sir."
"Well," said the professor, looking around the room, "if you're short two, somebody must have two to spare."