"Wal!" murmured Uncle Jason.
"Massey brought 'em to the school this morning where the committee held a meeting. I hear the committee left the trays of coins in their room while they went downstairs to see something the matter with the heater. When they come up the trays had been skinned clean—'for a fac'!" exclaimed the excited Marty.
"What's that got to do with Mr. Haley?" demanded Uncle Jason, grimly.
"Why—he'd been in the room. I believe he don't deny he was there.
Nobody else was in the buildin' 'cept the janitor, and he was with
Massey and the others in the basement.
"Then coins jest disappeared—took wings and flewed away," declared
Marty with much earnestness.
"What was they wuth?" asked his father, practically.
"Dunno. A lot of money. Some says two thousand and some says five thousand. Whichever it is, they'll put him under big bail if they arrest him."
"Why, they wouldn't dare!" gasped Mrs. Day.
"Say! Massey and them others has got to save their own hides, ain't they?" demanded the suspicious Marty.
"Wal. 'Tain't common sense that any of the School Committee should have stolen the coins," Uncle Jason said slowly. "Mr. Massey, and Cross Moore, and Mr. Middler——"