"Trust me, pal," assured Judd, "Most people can't see ghosts, anyhow!"
CHAPTER XIV
THE CONFESSION
Benz, after breaking the news to Cateye, hurried to his room where he paced up and down for a whole hour, undecided as to what best to do. Finally, unable to stand the strain longer, he grabbed his cap and rushed from the dormitory. It was four A.M. and not yet light.
Ten minutes later the good Professor Windell, president of the college, was awakened by a loud thumping on his front door. He stumbled sleepily out of bed and opened the window.
"What's amiss here?" he called down.
"Rube!" gasped Benz, "Oh, Mister Windell, come down an' let me in, quick! I want to confess! I did it! It was all my fault!"
"Just a minute, young man!" Professor Windell was waking fast now. He jerked on his purple bathrobe and jumped his feet into some house slippers and made haste to escort poor Benz into the library.
"Have a chair. Now, compose yourself! What's the trouble?"
Benz did not appear to notice the proffered seat but strode nervously up and down the room.