“I didn’t imagine it, I tell you! Did you look thoroughly in your bureau?”
“Yes,” Dan replied, but went back to it and took everything out of the drawers, and Gerald did the same with his belongings. Then they lifted photograph frames and looked behind the radiator and searched in equally impossible places. Finally Dan sank into a chair and Gerald subsided on his bed.
“It isn’t in this room,” said Dan decidedly. “Either you imagined that you brought it up here, Gerald, or some one has been in and taken it away.”
“Then some one has taken it,” said Gerald decisively. “Do you suppose Tom could have come in and seen it and taken it over to Dudley?”
Dan’s face cleared.
“I’ll bet that’s just what happened,” he said. “We’ll stop there when we go to supper and find out. It couldn’t have been anyone but Tom. Alf was at hockey and no one else would have any right to touch it. Let’s wash up and run over there.”
“I don’t suppose anyone would steal it,” said Gerald half questioningly.
“Steal it! Of course not! No one ever gets up here but the fellows and the chambermaids and the faculty. Besides, it isn’t likely that a thief would have taken the bag too.”
“No, that’s so,” Gerald agreed. “I guess Tom found it and thought Alf wanted it over there.”