Horace's trunk Roy sauntered carelessly over and looked
on. He imagined that Horace looked a bit uneasy when Mrs. Emery began
taking his clothing out of the till.

"Your things are in nice condition, Horace," she said. "Now what's
underneath?"

"There's nothing much there," answered Horace. "Everything's all right,
Mrs. Emery."

"Well, I guess we'd better look at them and make sure," was the pleasant
reply. "Just lift out the till, please."

Horace obeyed with ill-grace, and Roy, his heart beating hard, edged
nearer. Garment after garment came out to be piled neatly on the floor
and finally the last one appeared. The trunk was empty and the crimson
sweater was nowhere in sight!

Roy's eyes darted here and there in search of other recesses, but beyond
a doubt he had seen everything the trunk contained. Mrs. Emery began to
place the things back very carefully, one by one, as though even she
were looking for that sweater. Roy wondered. Perhaps--Of course that was
it! Harry had taken her mother into her confidence and the unusual
proceedings had been instituted on his account! He felt very grateful to
Mrs. Emery, but he was terribly disappointed. There was only one thing
to suppose now, and that was that Horace had thrown the sweater away
instead of bringing it back to school with him. Of course red sweaters
weren't scarce, but that particular one had been very precious to Roy
and he felt its loss keenly. He went back to his own side of the room
and dolefully locked his trunk. One by one the fellows went out. Mrs.
Emery, having completed her task, collected a half-dozen garments and,
still escorted by Mr. Cobb, took her departure. Horace, too, followed,
and only Roy and Jack were left.

"Did you want to see me, Jack?" asked Roy indifferently.

"Er--yes. Just wait a minute."

He went to the door and called:

"O Chub!"

"Coming!" bawled Chub's voice from downstairs, and in a moment he came
in. He was beaming like the cat that ate the canary. Roy sighed. It was
all well enough for Chub and Jack to stand there and grin at him, he
reflected sadly; they hadn't lost a priceless crimson sweater and
weren't on inner bounds.

"Have you told him?" asked Chub breathlessly.

Jack shook his head.

"Told me what?" asked Roy resentfully.

For answer the two boys bade him rise from his cot. Wondering, Roy
obeyed. Then, between them, they lifted bedding and mattress.

"Look underneath," said Chub.

Roy looked.

And t