“Now let’s turn every picture with the face to the wall,” proposed Dutch, with a chuckle.
“Great!” declared Joe Jackson.
“Immense!” echoed his brother.
They were in the act of turning the etchings and engravings about face, when there came a sudden knock at the door. If thunder had sounded in the room the lads could not have been more surprised. They looked at each other in consternation. The knock was repeated.
“Co—come in,” stammered Holly.
Slowly the portal was pushed open, and, there, standing in the hall, was Professor Emerson Tines, with a small valise in his hand.
At the sight of the confusion that reigned in the proctor’s well-ordered apartment a look of amazement spread itself over the face of the Latin instructor. His jaw fell, and the valise did likewise. Then he snapped his teeth together, there came a glinting light into his eyes, and with a frosty smile he spoke.
“Good evening, young gentlemen,” he said, as he stepped into the room.
“Caught!” murmured Dutch, as he let a picture swing back into place. “Caught!”