“I’ve had my man interview the boarding mistress at the house in Crown street,” the lawyer told the boys, “and she says no one went to Link’s room, but himself, the day the book was found. But I haven’t given up yet.”
It was the night before the Yale-Princeton freshman baseball game, which was to take place at Yale Field. Andy and Dunk were in their room, talking over the possibilities, and perfecting their code of signals.
“It looks as though it would be good weather,” observed Andy, getting up and going to the window. “Nice and clear outside.”
“If it only keeps so,” returned Dunk. “Hope we have a good crowd.”
Someone knocked on the door.
“Come!” called Andy and Dunk together. The two chums looked at each other curiously.
Ikey Stein entered, his face all smiles.
“Socks or neckties?” asked Andy, looking for a book to throw at the intruder.
“Socks—silk ones, and such colors! Look!” and from various pockets he pulled pairs of half hose. They fell about the room, giving it a decidedly rainbow effect.