“Say,” broke in Sim, “was it you who rang the alarm bell?”
Harry Pangborn smiled again and said:
“No! It was Anson who did it.”
“Anson!” chorused the surprised three.
“Yes. I am on my way to the dean now, before I go to town, to tell her she had better get rid of her gardener. I can do it freely, as it can be proved I have no ulterior motive since I am giving up my place. But old Anson is a man with a warped mind and a queer sense of humor.”
“Why did he ring the bell?” asked Terry.
“And how?” asked Arden.
“He reached up with a long-handled rake and tangled the teeth in the rope,” said Mr. Pangborn. “That was his method. As for his reason, well, it may have been one of several.
“But slyly ringing the alarm bell with the rake and then running away wasn’t all of his peculiar sport,” went on Mr. Pangborn.
“What else did he do?” asked Terry.