und peculiar.

"It was sent to me," he answered.

"Who sent it?"

"I don't know. It came in the mail without a word of explanation."

The detective laughed.

"I thought you'd have some such yarn as that," he said. "They all do. I
guess you'll have to come with me. I'm sorry," he went on in a more
gentle tone. "I'm only doing my duty. I've been working on the
quadrangle case for some time, and I think I've landed my man. But it
isn't as much fun as you might think. I'll only say that I believe I
have the goods on you, and I'll warn you that anything you say now may
be used against you. So you'd better keep still. Come along."

"Must I go?" asked Link again of Andy.

"I'm afraid so. But I'll have you out on bail as soon as I can. Don't
worry, Link."

Andy learned from the detective before what judge Link would be
arraigned and then, as the young farmer lad was led away in disgrace,
Andy started back to his room.

"I've got to get Dunk to help me in this," he reasoned. "To go on bail
you have to own property, or else put up the cash, and I can't do that.
Maybe Dunk can suggest a way."

Andy was glad it was so dark that no one could see Link being taken away
by the officer.

"How did that book get in Link's room?" mused Andy. "That sure will tell
against him. But I know he didn't steal it. Some other janitor or helper
who could get into Chittenden may have taken it, and then got afraid and
dumped it in Link's closet. A lot of college employees live on Crown
street. I must get Link a lawyer and tell him that."

Andy found Dunk in the room, and excitedly broke the news to him.

"Whew! You don't say so!" cried Dunk. "Your friend Link arrested! What
do you know about that? And the book in his room!"

"Somebody else put it there," suggested Andy.

"Possibly. But that money-in-a-letter story sounds sort of fishy."

"That _is_ a weak point," Andy admitted. "But we'll have to consider
all that later. The question is: How can we get Link out on bail? Got any
money?"

Dunk pulled out his pocketbook and made a hurried survey.

"About thirty plunks," he said.

"I've got twenty-five," said Andy. "Link has nearly a hundred himself."

"That won't be enough," said Dunk. "This is a grand larceny charge and
the bail will be five hundred dollars anyhow. Now I'll tell you the
best thing to do."

"What?"

"Hire a good lawyer. We've got money enough, with what Link has, to pay
a good retaining fee. Let the lawyer wor