up this job on me for the sake of squeezing me out of college, but I don't think Babbitt is mean enough for that. The paper probably got there by some confounded accident. I certainly cannot account for it on any other theory."
Just as the city clocks were striking noon, Frank entered the campus and proceeded to the dean's office. The dean gave him an inquiring glance as he entered.
"Prof. Babbitt told me to report here at this hour," said Frank, quietly.
"Ah!" returned the dean, "Prof. Babbitt is conducting an examination, I believe, which should be over at this time; doubtless he will be here in a moment. Sit down, Merriwell."
Frank took a chair in a corner of the room, and Waited, while the dean kept at work at his usual affairs.
Fully a quarter of an hour passed before Prof. Babbitt came in. When he did so, he had his arms full of examination papers, and he was accompanied by a man whose face was vaguely familiar to Frank, but whom he did not know by name.
It was a resident of New Haven whom he had seen on the street from time to time during his college career.
Babbitt gave Frank a scowling glance and remarked:
"Ah! I see that with your customary nerve you're here. We will settle this matter, therefore, without delay."
The dean laid down his pen and looked up in surprise.
"What is the matter, Prof. Babbitt?" he asked.
"I am compelled, dean," returned the professor, "to accuse Merriwell of cheating in an examination. I hardly need say that I should not make the charge unless I had ample proof to sustain it."
The dean looked over his glasses at Frank in a way that showed that he was not only shocked, but vastly surprised; then he gave an inquiring glance at the man who had come in with Prof. Babbitt.
"Excuse me, dean," said the professor, "this is Mr. James Harding. I thought that you were acquainted with him."
"I have not met Mr. Harding before," responded the dean, "although his face is familiar."
"I'm glad to make your acquaintance, sir," said Harding.
The dean rose and both shook hands. Then the dean hesitated a moment and said:
"Won't it be as well, Prof. Babbitt, to postpone the inquiry as to Merriwell until – "
"No, excuse me," interrupted the professor, "I've brought Mr. Harding here for a purpose. He can tell you something that has a bearing upon Merriwell's case."
"Oh, very well. Step this way, Merriwell."
The dean sat down, and Frank advanced to a place in front of his desk. Babbitt's mouth was open to talk, but the dean ignoring him, turned to Frank.
"This is a very grave charge to be laid against a student, Merriwell," he said, "and I can't tell you how it grieves me that you should be suspected.
"We have all had a high opinion of your honor. I will add frankly that I hope you can clear yourself."
"Thank you," responded Frank, huskily. "I'll try to, for I'm absolutely innocent, but I'm afraid there's nothing else that I can say in my defense."
"That can hardly be possible," responded the dean. "What are the circumstances, professor?"
"Why, the case is as plain as day!" exclaimed Babbitt, quickly. "This examination was set as a test for the class, a special test, I may say, and on the strength of it I expected to require certain students, like Merriwell and his particular friends, to go over a portion of last year's work.
"I knew from the examination of last spring just where they were weak, and I drew up this paper in such a way that the students themselves would be readily convinced of their weakness and so be the more willing to study."
The dean nodded to show that he understood.
"Now, then," continued the professor, "I had the papers printed by the college printer in the usual way, with just enough copies to go around.
"I counted the papers when they were delivered at my room by the printer, and found them to be one hundred and forty-six in all. I tied the papers up in a parcel and left them in my room until this morning, when I took the parcel to Osborn Hall. There I opened the bundle and when the papers were distributed, it proved that two were missing."
Prof. Babbitt paused, as if expecting the dean to make some comment. He did not do so, but looked straight ahead, and so the professor went on.
"I must say that I instantly had my suspicions of Merriwell, for during the past three days he has been frequently at the house where I have my room.
"I kept my eyes on him during the entire examination, and I could easily see that he was not conducting himself as usual. He used up a great deal of paper and was evidently nervous.
"At length I took a position back of his desk, where I could watch what he was doing without being observed. Presently I saw him work out the last problem on the examination paper, and work it out correctly, too.
"Then, as he crumpled up the paper on which he had been figuring, I caught a glimpse of the other side of it. I pounced upon his hand and discovered that he had been figuring upon the back of one of the missing question sheets."
The professor's voice had a triumphant ring when he came to the end of his little speech. There was evidently no doubt in his mind that what he had discovered would be sufficient proof to the dean of Frank's crookedness.
The dean pursed up his lips and looked absently up at the ceiling for a moment, and then turned to Frank.
"If I understand the professor correctly," he said, slowly, "you had two of the question papers on your desk instead of one?"
"Yes, sir," Frank responded.
"How did the second one get there, Merriwell?"
"I don't know, sir."
Prof. Babbitt snorted contemptuously.
Frank flushed and glanced at him angrily, but held his tongue.
"Didn't the professor make any inquiries when he discovered that two papers were missing?" asked the dean.
"Yes, I did – "
"Let Merriwell answer, please."
"He did," said Frank, "and I examined my desk, as I thought, thoroughly, to see if an extra paper had been placed there by mistake. I found none and went to work without any further thought on the matter. I worked out the problem on the back of the question paper without knowing what it was until the professor pounced on me."
"And is that all you can say about it?"
"Everything, sir."
The dean turned to Prof. Babbitt and said:
"I can't deny that the discovery of a paper under such circumstances is very suggestive, but I take it for granted that you have some explanation of your own to offer as to how Merriwell got possession of it?"
"Indeed I have, and that is just why I brought Mr. Harding here," replied Babbitt. "Tell the dean what you saw, Mr. Harding."
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