“All the same we’ll leave our door open, on the chance that the thief may still be hiding in some empty room, and will try to sneak out,” suggested Andy.
“Sure, that’s good enough.”
But, though they watched for some time, no one came down the corridor past their room but the regular students.
And so the theft of the book and silver cup passed into history with the other mysteries. Further search was made, and the private detective agency, that had been engaged by the Dean, sent some active men scouting around, but nothing came of it.
The Christmas vacation was at hand and Andy went home to spend it in Dunmore. Chet, Ben and his other school chums were on hand, and as Andy remarked concerning the occasion, “a jolly time was had by all.”
Chet and Ben were with Andy most of the time, and when Andy told of the doings at Yale, Chet responded with an account of the fun at Harvard, while Ben related the doings of the Jersey Tiger.
Andy’s second term at Yale began early in the new year, and he arrived in New Haven during a driving snow storm. He went at once to his room, where he found a note from Dunk, who had come in shortly before.
“Come over to the eating joint,” the missive read, and Andy, stowing away his bag, headed for the place.
“Shove in, plenty of room!”