“Let that go,” said Dunk, quickly. “We fellows will see to that. I guess those that have missed things won’t insist on getting them back; they’ll do that much for the honor of Yale.”
“About this other man who is under charges, are you willing to give testimony—in private to the judge—that will result in freeing him?” asked Conklin.
“Yes,” whispered Mortimer.
“Then that’s all that’s necessary,” went on the medical student. “I’ll go see the Dean. You’d better come with me, Gaffington. I’ll take charge of this case.”
“Thank heaven!” said Andy, with a sigh of relief. “It was getting too much for me.”
With bowed head Mortimer Gaffington followed the medical student from the room. What transpired at the interview with the Dean neither Dunk nor Andy ever learned. Nor did they ask. It was better not to know too much.
But Mortimer left Yale, and the honor of the college was untarnished, at least by anything that became known of his actions. He slipped away quietly, it being given out that his family was going abroad. And the Gaffingtons did leave Dunmore, going no one knew whither.
A certain secret meeting was held, when without a name being mentioned, it was explained by Andy, Dunk and Conklin that the quadrangle thief had been discovered. It was stated that those who had suffered losses would be reimbursed by private subscription, but the idea was rejected unanimously.
How Mortimer worked, and how he accomplished the various robberies, without being detected, remained a mystery. No one cared to go into it, for it was too delicate a subject.
The charge against Link was dismissed after a certain interview the Dean had with the county prosecutor, and Link was given his old place back.