“I can’t believe it,” whispered Barber, and:—
“I never would have believed it,” said Raleigh, in the same breath.
Then he added:—
“His going in there is no proof, though it’s against the rules now.”
In silence then the two sat, their eyes fixed on the telltale mirror.
“There goes the bell,” whispered Barber. “He’s probably going to wait there and drop in at the end of the line. We must get out of this corner before the boys come up.”
“Let’s go out and wait near the stairs; then we can see him when he comes out, without his suspecting.”
This they did, and without seeming to look, saw Dixon suddenly and silently fling open the door of the dressing-room as the last boy passed by, and follow quickly to the class-room.
Then Raleigh hurried into the dressing-room, slipping an old glove on to his right hand as he went. He rejoined Barber in a moment, saying:—
“It’s gone.”