Here a crowd of cadets were coming and going. It was learned that twenty-two cadets in all had suffered losses which ranged from seventy-five cents to one hundred and twenty-five dollars. In all it was figured that the loss would amount to at least twelve hundred dollars.
“This is about the worst thing that ever struck Colby Hall,” announced Jack.
“Who do you suppose did it?” questioned Randy.
“Don’t ask me, Randy. I’d hate to suspect any of the fellows.”
“Oh, I don’t think any of the fellows did it!” burst out Fred.
“Well, what about the hired help?” questioned Andy.
“I don’t know any of them that I’d suspect,” said Jack promptly. “Every one looks like a pretty good sort.”
Only two cadets came forward with objects that might possibly be a clue to the robbery. One boy had picked up a handkerchief in his room that he said did not belong to him, and another boy had found the marks of muddy footprints over his window sill and on a fire-escape outside.
“Say, that looks as if somebody had come up the fire-escape and got into the rooms that way,” said Jack, when he heard of this.
“They say the handkerchief that was picked up is not marked in any way,” said Gif.