“Well, every handkerchief used by the cadets is marked,” returned Spouter. “They’ve got to be that way or they’d get all mixed up in the laundry.”
“How about the help?”
“Their stuff is all marked, too. One of the teachers told me so,” put in Dan Soppinger.
“Say, Ned! you came upstairs for your mandolin,” cried Jack suddenly. “Did you see anybody up here?”
“I don’t remember that I did,” answered Ned Lowe. “I was in such a hurry to get the instrument that I didn’t pay much attention. And, besides that, it seemed pretty dark in here after coming away from that big bonfire.”
“A robber would be sure to keep out of Ned’s sight,” put in Fred.
“I remember seeing some fellows in the lower hall—Major Mason, Bart White, and one or two others. But I can’t seem to remember seeing anybody upstairs—and yet, somehow or other, it seems to me I did pass somebody just before I ran into my room,” and now Ned looked perplexed.
“Can’t you think who it was?” questioned Andy quickly.
“No, I can’t.”
“If it was a stranger you would have remembered, wouldn’t you?” asked Jack.