CHAPTER XXXIV
CAUGHT
The silence got on the nerves of Andy and Dunk. It was very quiet in Wright Hall, but outside they could hear the calls of students, one to the other. Occasionally someone would come up on the raised courtyard of the dormitory and shout loudly for some chum. But there were no answers. Nearly all the freshmen were at an annual affair. The hall was all but deserted.
“Who do you think it will be?” asked Dunk in a whisper, after a long quiet period.
“Why, Mortimer, of course,” answered Andy. “Do you have suspicions of anybody else?”
“Well, I don’t know,” was the hesitating answer.
“Everything points to him,” went on Andy. “He’s in need of money, and has been for some time, though we didn’t know it. As soon as I heard that news about his father losing all his fortune, and the possibility that Mortimer might have to leave Yale, I said to myself that he was the most likely one to have been doing this quadrangle thieving.
“But I really hated to think it, for it seems an awful thing to have a Yale man guilty of anything like that.”
“It sure is,” agreed Dunk. “What are we going to do if we catch him?”
“Time enough to think of that after we get him,” said Andy, grimly.