There followed a moment of silence—a silence that neither Andy or Dunk ever forgot. The quadrangle thief moistened his dry lips once or twice and then said hoarsely:
“Well, what are you going to do about it?”
“That’s the question,” spoke Andy, wearily. “What are we going to do about it?”
“Are you going to deny it?” asked Dunk. “Before you answer, think what it means. An innocent man is under charges for these thefts.”
Mortimer did not answer for a moment. When he did speak it was to say:
“No, I’m going to deny nothing. You have caught me. I own up. What are you going to do about it?”
“That’s just it,” said Dunk. “We don’t know what to do about it.”
Silently Mortimer began taking from his pockets several pieces of jewelry, evidently the things he had stolen from the rooms of other students.
“That’s all I have,” he said, bitterly.
Andy and Dunk looked at him a moment without speaking and then Andy asked: