Frank walked directly in front of the professor, and looked him straight in the face. He bore himself proudly, as might an innocent lad upon whom unjust suspicion had been cast. If some enemy had done this, Frank did not intend to let him have the satisfaction of seeing how it hurt.
FRANK WALKED DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF THE PROFESSOR, AND LOOKED HIM STRAIGHT IN THE FACE.
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“Frank, were you in my office alone at any time yesterday afternoon?” asked Professor Parke steadily, as he gazed at the lad before him, and those who knew anything about reading expression would have seen readily enough that it was more like a look of sincere affection that he gave the boy than one of accusation or doubt.
“I was not, sir,” came the immediate response, clear-cut and ringing.
“This communication, which, as I said before, has no name attached to it, states that you probably have that examination paper in your pocket at this moment. Is there any truth in that assertion, Frank?” went on the principal.
“So far as I know, sir, there is not. I am perfectly willing to have any one search me over. In fact, sir, after what has been said I demand that it be done,” said the student, indignantly.
“Suppose you do it yourself, Frank. Place everything in your pockets on my desk here, please.”
With a smile Frank started to obey. Of course, every eye followed each of his movements, and Lanky Wallace, who happened to be just behind Lef, wondered why the fellow gripped his desk and partly arose, as his lips kept forming unuttered words, and he trembled all over.
Suddenly Frank’s smile faded. He had a troubled look on his face as he slowly drew something out, took one swift glance at it, and then handed it up to the professor.