“Well, I may call on you. But say, it’s queer about Mortimer, isn’t it?”
“Yes, but we don’t know all the ins and outs of it yet. Maybe that rumor about his folks losing all they had isn’t true.”
“Maybe. I’ll write home and find out. Say, but I’m tired!”
“So am I! I’m going to stay in to-night.”
So it came about that neither Dunk nor Andy went to the little affair Mortimer gave on borrowed money. It was “quite some affair,” too, as Bob Hunter reported later, having heard stories about it, and one or two participants were suspended as a result of their performances after the spread.
After the rather exciting time concerning Link’s arrest matters at Yale, as regards the happenings with which this chronicle concerns itself, quieted down. Link’s case would not come up for trial for some time. Meanwhile he was allowed his liberty on bail. He was, of course, discharged from his position.
“But I’ve got another job,” he said to Andy, a day or so later. “That lawyer is a good sort. He helped me. I’m just going to stick here until I prove that I didn’t have a hand in those robberies.”
“That’s the way to talk!” cried Andy. “You didn’t hear where the hundred dollars came from, did you?”
“No, and I can see that my explanation of how I got it isn’t going to be believed in court. But it’s true, just the same.”
“Then the truth will come out—some time,” said Andy, firmly. “In the meanwhile, if I can do anything, let me know.”