“Oh, yes. I remember.”
“He’s working here now. He came in to borrow some money. I found him here when I came back—our door was open.”
“By Jove! That lock! I meant to get it fixed. Well, I can see what happened. The quadrangle mystery deepens, and I’m elected. The beggar got my watch!” Dunk started out.
“Where are you going?” asked Andy.
“To telephone for a locksmith. I’m going to have our door fixed. Don’t laugh—the old saying—qllock the stable after the horse is stolen.’ I know it.”
“Wait a minute,” suggested Andy. “While you’re at it hadn’t you better give notice of the robbery?”
“I suppose so. But what good will it do? None of the fellows have gotten back anything that’s been taken. But I sure am sorry to lose that watch.”
“So am I,” spoke Andy. “Look here, Dunk, there are two persons who might have taken it—no, three.”
“How three?”
“Counting me.”