“Then it may have been Ben Platt or Wilkins,” said Jim, with a bright idea.
“So it might,” said the principal, with a feeling of relief.
“They said they were in the room—at any rate, Platt said so—at the time it was concealed, only he made a mistake and took Roscoe for me.”
“There is something in that, James. It may be as you suggest.”
“They are both sneaks,” said Jim, who designated all his enemies by that name. “They’d just as lieve do it as not. I never liked them.”
“I must look into this matter. It’s clear that some one has got this money, and whoever has it has got possession of it dishonestly.”
“To be sure,” answered Jim, with unblushing assurance. “If I were you I would find out who did it, that is, if you don’t think Roscoe did it.”
“No, I don’t think Roscoe did it, now. You may tell Platt and Wilkins that I wish to see them.”
Jim could not have been assigned a more pleasing duty. He hated the two boys quite as much as he did Hector, and he was glad to feel that they were likely to get into hot water.
He looked about for some time before he found the two boys. At length he espied them returning from a walk.