“Well, what can they do that hasn’t already been done?” asked Dunk. “They may make a search of every fellow’s room. I wish they’d come here. Maybe they’d find that my watch, after all, has hidden itself away somewhere instead of being taken.”
“They’re welcome if they want to look here,” said Andy. “But I don’t believe they’ll do that. They’ll probably get a real detective now.”
And that was what the Dean did. He disliked very much to call in the public police, but the loss of the rare books was too serious a theft to pass over with the hiring of a private detective.
Just what was done was not disclosed, but it leaked out that a close watch was being kept on all the employees at Yale, and suspicion, it was said, had narrowed down to one or two.
One day Link called on Andy to pay back the money he had borrowed.
“There’s no hurry,” said Andy. “I don’t need it.”
“Oh, I want to pay it back,” said the young farmer. “I have plenty of cash now,” and he exhibited quite a roll of bills.
“Been drawing your salary?” asked Andy, with a laugh.
“No, this is a little windfall that came to me,” was the answer.
“A windfall? Did someone die and leave you a fortune?”