"Yes."
"Then maybe he was there when Horace got back; and Horace couldn't get at my trunk without being seen."
"What do you suppose he'd do with it?" asked Chub.
Roy shook his head.
"Put it in his own trunk maybe," he answered.
"Come on," said Chub.
Back to the Senior Dormitory they hurried, for each of them had an examination at two and it was almost that hour now. The dormitory was empty and Chub stood guard at the head of the stairs while Roy crossed the room and examined Horace's trunk.
"Locked," he announced softly.
Chub joined him and they stood for a moment looking at the trunk as though striving to get an X-ray view of its contents.
"Maybe we could find a key to fit it," whispered Chub.