“I mean that I’m sure now of what I’ve suspected for some time—that Mortimer is the quadrangle thief!”
“You don’t say so! How do you figure it out?”
“Just think and you’ll see it for yourself,” went on Andy. “When we had the chase after the thief down this corridor that time, the trail seemed to lead right to this closet, didn’t it?”
“Sure,” agreed Dunk.
“And who did we find in there?”
“Why, Mort, of course. But he said he was looking for Charley Taylor’s bat.”
“Well, he may have been, but that was only an excuse. Mortimer didn’t want that bat, but he was almost caught and he did want a place to hide the stuff. The book he could slip in his pocket, but he couldn’t do that with the cup. So he threw it back in a corner, and it’s been there ever since. Probably he was afraid to come for it.”
“Andy, I believe you’re right!” cried Dunk. “But one thing more—did you find a pair of rubber shoes? You know Frank said the fellow that went out of his room in such a hurry wore rubber shoes.”
“I forgot about that. I’ll have another look.”
“I’ll go with you. Ikey was here and I paid him for your socks and mine. So we can lock up.”