“Which way did this—this figment of your imagination run, sir?”
Harry glanced toward the stairs. Not a sound came from the upper floors. Mr. Adams tapped impatiently on the floor with one slippered foot.
“I—I can’t say, sir,” answered Harry finally.
“You can’t say! You don’t know whether he entered this dormitory or not?”
“I——” Again Harry hesitated. Even if he told what he knew it was unlikely that the boys could be detected now. “I think they came in here, sir.”
“You think! Don’t you know whether they—— Look here, you said before that there was but one boy! Now how many were there? Careful, Danforth! You’re getting mixed!”
“There was more than one; I think three. They came in here, sir. That’s all I can say.”
“You saw them enter this dormitory?” pursued Mr. Adams relentlessly.
“Yes, sir.”