"But I can't!" Agnew wailed. He had ceased to deny his guilt.
"All right!" said Frank, his lips tightening firmly. "I shall clear Badger without this. I wanted to give you a last chance. I, too, am anxious that the good name of Yale shall not be smirched by publishing to the world the downfall and disgrace of a Yale student. But I shall not withhold my hand longer."
He pushed back his chair, and the look on his face was so terrible that it robbed the trembling wretch of his fictitious courage.
"Wait!" begged Agnew. "If I do what you say, you'll give me time to get out of town?"
"I shall not move against you at all. I shall simply turn the confession over to the faculty, and so clear Badger."
Again Agnew hesitated.
"Here are paper and ink on your table!"
The sweat was standing in drops on the brow of the card-sharp.
"I'll do it simply because I must!" he doggedly declared. "It is an outrage. I do not admit any of these other charges, but I did put those things in Badger's pockets, and I took the questions to help me out in the examination. Those are the only things I am willing to confess."
"They are all I ask you to confess."