Among the shirt-studs was one set with a ruby
belonging to a cadet named Weeks.
The investigation revealed nothing of importance. The robbery had
been committed during the night, while the owners of the money and
the various articles slept.
"I must get at the bottom of this affair," said Captain Putnam.
"The honor of the academy is at stake."
He talked to all of those who had lost anything and promised to
make the matter good. Then he asked each if he had any suspicions
regarding the thief or thieves. No one had, and for the time
being it looked as if the case must fall to the ground.
Those who had been at the feast hardly knew what to say or to do.
Should they tell the captain of the strange figure Sam had seen in
the hallway?
"I'll tell him, and shoulder the blame, if you fellows are
willing," said Sam, after a long discussion. "Fun is one thing,
and shielding a thief is another."
"But what can you tell?" asked Fred. "You do not know that that
person, was the thief."
"More than likely he was," came from Dick.
"And if he was, who was he?" went on Fred. "If you tell Captain
Putnam you'll simply get us all into trouble."
"I vote that Sam makes a clean breast of it," said Frank, and
Larry said the same. This was just before dinner, and immediately
after the midday meal had been finished the youngest Rover went up
to the master of the Hall and touched him on the arm.
"I would like to speak to you in private and at once, Captain
Putnam," he said.
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