“There is nothing in there,” Vench declared. “That is, there is nothing important. Some desks and old books and several portraits, that is all.”
“Portraits!” cried Morro, eagerly. “Are there portraits in that old place?”
“Yes, there are a few. Why do you ask?”
“It is nothing,” hastily replied Morro. “But I will tell you why I say your headmaster is a mysterious man. Almost every night he goes to Clanhammer Hall and lets himself in with a key.”
“Major Tireson goes into Clanhammer Hall every night?” Vench demanded, now keenly interested.
“I have seen him go in several times,” Morro insisted.
“How have you seen him?” Vench demanded. “What are you doing on the school grounds at night?”
“That I cannot tell you yet,” Paul Morro evaded. “I have a proposition to make to you, and then perhaps I can tell you everything. But I have been on your grounds several times and I have seen your Major Tireson enter the building.”
“How do you know it is Major Tireson?”
“My companion and I have made it our business to learn who all the officials of your school are,” his friend said.