“He found our door open!” exclaimed Dunk. “Didn’t we lock it?”
“We sure did!” declared Andy. “I wonder——” He paused, and looked at his chum wonderingly. Then they both began a hasty search among their possessions. The same thought had come to each.
“Did you have my amethyst cuff buttons?” asked Andy of Dunk, who was rummaging among his effects.
“I did not. Why?”
“They’re gone!”
“Another robbery! Say, we’ve got to report this right away, and let Link’s lawyer know!” Dunk cried. “This may clear him!”
They paused, trying to map out a line of procedure, when a messenger came in to say that either Dunk or Andy was wanted on the telephone in a hurry.
“You go,” suggested Andy. “As long as either of us will answer I’ll stay here and take another look for my buttons. But I’m sure I left them in my collar box, and they aren’t there now.”
Dunk hurried off, while Andy conducted a careful but ineffectual search.
“It was Link’s lawyer,” Dunk reported when he came back. “His case comes up to-morrow, and he wants to know if we have any evidence that will help to prove Link innocent.”