He leaned forward, as did Clarence, all three staring into the opened pocketbook. Andy looked on curiously.
“It was one of those freshmen!” declared Mortimer, with conviction. “They must have slipped their hand up in your coat when we were frisking them, and taken out the money.”
“But how could they when I still had the pocketbook?” asked Len, much puzzled.
“They must have taken out the bills, and put the wallet back,” went on Mortimer, quickly. “They didn’t get it all the way in your pocket and it tumbled out when you were standing here. Lucky we noticed it or we wouldn’t have known what happened. Come on back. We’ll find those freshmen.”
And, without another look at Andy, they wheeled and hurried across the campus toward Vanderbilt Hall.
“Huh! That’s queer!” mused Andy, as he continued on his way toward Wright. “I’m glad I saw that wallet when I did.”