“I don’t know.”
The Shark snorted. “Huh! Find out!”
“What difference does it make?” asked the Trojan dully.
“All the difference!” snapped the Shark. “Problem, isn’t it? Course it is! How you going to solve it till you have facts to work on?”
“I meant that so long as the book was found in a desk in the examination room, it didn’t matter who found it. The Freshman, whoever it was, gave it to the teacher in charge there.”
“Kid trick!” Step put in.
“Oh, a yearling wouldn’t know any better,” said Herman Boyd. “He wouldn’t intend any harm.”
“Well, now, you can’t be too sure——” Poke began; but the Shark brought the talk back to the main question.
“How do you know, Trojan, it was found in the desk you used that day?”
“How? Why—why, I suppose it must have been.”