“Did you hear them mention Brassy?” asked Fred.
“No. But that fellow who met Brassy at Haven Point, the chap called Bud Haddon, told the others he had struck a real snap in the East. And one of the others answered that he had noticed that Bud was rather flush.”
“It’s certainly a mystery what that fellow had to do with Brassy,” remarked Jack. And then of a sudden his face became a study.
A sudden thought had occurred to him, and it was such a horrible one that he was inclined to force it from his mind. And yet it came bobbing up time and again until Fred, who was sitting beside his cousin, noticed that something was on his mind.
“What are you thinking of, Jack? Ruth?”
“No, Fred. I was thinking of that fellow who met Brassy Bangs in Haven Point.”
“You’re wondering, I suppose, why Brassy let him have some money.”
“Partly that and partly something else, Fred. But it’s so horrible I hate to think of it.”
“Why, what do you mean, Jack?”
“Well, if you must know, it just happened to cross my mind that that Bud Haddon was hanging around Haven Point and was seen around the school several times just when Colby Hall was robbed.”