“Who sent it?”
“I don’t know. It came in the mail without a word of explanation.”
The detective laughed.
“I thought you’d have some such yarn as that,” he said. “They all do. I guess you’ll have to come with me. I’m sorry,” he went on in a more gentle tone. “I’m only doing my duty. I’ve been working on the quadrangle case for some time, and I think I’ve landed my man. But it isn’t as much fun as you might think. I’ll only say that I believe I have the goods on you, and I’ll warn you that anything you say now may be used against you. So you’d better keep still. Come along.”
“Must I go?” asked Link again of Andy.
“I’m afraid so. But I’ll have you out on bail as soon as I can. Don’t worry, Link.”
Andy learned from the detective before what judge Link would be arraigned and then, as the young farmer lad was led away in disgrace, Andy started back to his room.
“I’ve got to get Dunk to help me in this,” he reasoned. “To go on bail you have to own property, or else put up the cash, and I can’t do that. Maybe Dunk can suggest a way.”
Andy was glad it was so dark that no one could see Link being taken away by the officer.
“How did that book get in Link’s room?” mused Andy. “That sure will tell against him. But I know he didn’t steal it. Some other janitor or helper who could get into Chittenden may have taken it, and then got afraid and dumped it in Link’s closet. A lot of college employees live on Crown street. I must get Link a lawyer and tell him that.”