“Yes, that’s probably what happened. But where did the bit of envelope come from? I don’t believe that was any accident, Dick!”
“What do you mean?” demanded Dick warmly. “Do you think I lied——”
“Hold your horses! What I mean is that—well, I don’t know just what I do mean, Dickie. But if anyone had found that piece of your letter and wanted to get you in wrong all he’d have had to do was——”
“I thought of that, Stan, but there isn’t anyone who——”
Dick stopped and frowned thoughtfully at his chum.
“Sure of that?” asked Stanley.
“You mean——”
“Yes, how about Sandy? He has it in for you, hasn’t he?”
“Why, yes, I suppose he has. In fact, he’s got a good big mad on with me, Stan. I didn’t tell you, but I had a bit of an argument with him yesterday afternoon, down in front of the door. Do you think——”
“What sort of an argument?” asked Stanley suspiciously.