“Great Scott, you saw me put it there, didn’t you? Night before last, or night— Gosh, that makes me sore!”
“How much was in the envelope?” asked Jim.
“Twenty-seven—no, twenty-two dollars. I lent you five. That left a two-dollar bill and four five-dollar gold-pieces. Oh, I don’t care such an awful lot about the money, but [it’s rotten to know that there’s a thief in the dormitory]! Why, it may be—”
[It’s rotten to know that there’s a thief in the dormitory.]
“It might have been some one from one of the other halls,” said Jim. “Or maybe a sneak-thief from outside.”
“Oh, it might be any one!” Clem slammed the bag shut and tossed it back to the shelf. “He was after those keys, whoever he was, and that’s the reason he messed everything up so. But how did he know where they were, eh? The other drawers are just as I left them. How about yours? Better have a look.”
“I don’t think they’ve been touched,” Jim reported. “Guess whoever was in here came while we were both out this afternoon. How long were you gone?”
“I haven’t been here since about half-past two, until just now. I was over at Upton for an hour or more. Then Carl Stevens and I went downtown. What time’s it now? Twenty past five? Well, that’s nearly three hours. When were you up last?”
“Just before practice. About five to three, I guess.”